FIREPLACE POETRY

Category: Poetry

  • David & Goliath

    He didn’t need the sword,Didn’t need the crown,Just a stone, a sling, and a faith that wouldn’t bow down. And when that stone flew through the air,It carried more than aim—It carried every prayer, every tear, every moment of pain. Because when God is on your side,Giants don’t stand a chance. Your giant might be…

  • Defeating Darkness

    I see you, devil—don’t play pretend.You don’t get access. This is where it ends.Take your lies, your fear, your flame,Go back to hell—I know your game. You won’t touch my home, my blood, my name.You won’t rewrite purpose or hijack faith.I speak truth loud. I stand up tall.You only roar when you’re about to fall.…

  • Look Up, My Girl

    Look Up, My Girl

    I remember when your feet were small,barely reaching pedals at all—a tiny girl on a tricycle seat,pushing the world with wobbly feet. Your laughter spilled across the yard,a melody soft, a rhythm unmarred;sun in your hair, dirt on your knees,you lived your days like gentle breeze. But time, my love, is quick and bold,and somehow…

  • Christmas Lights in Mustang

    Christmas Lights in Mustang

    She wasn’t looking for magic,but Mustang made it shine—a small-town kind of wonderthat wrapped her heart in twine.Snowflakes on the sidewalks,soft lights on every street,and somehow in the quietlove swept her off her feet. He smiled like winter sunshine,warm enough to melt the cold,and suddenly this little townfelt like a story being told.A Christmas made…

  • To the Children No One Sees

    She stands in the middle of the street,lamplight flickering like a tired heartbeat,wind tugging at her hairas if even creation knowsshe’s carrying too much. The night smells like rain and rust,and somewhere in the distancea siren wails—a lonely, broken crythat sounds too muchlike the kids she can’t stop thinking about. Kids with hollow eyesthat should’ve…

  • Conversations with God

    “Daughter,” He whispered, in the quiet where her breathing shook, “Sit with Me. Look at Me. We need to talk.” And she trembled in the stillness, heart cracked open like a storm-split sky, whispering, “God… I’m trying. I’m tired. I don’t know if I can do this.” But His voice rolled deep through her spirit—…

  • God & Gun Smoke

    I locked the door behind me Like I’d locked my heart for years— Cold tile, cracked light, My reflection drowning in its tears. The world outside kept spinning, But I’d long since slipped the track, And that night I told my shadow, “There’s no coming back.” The gun felt like an answer— Heavy, final, still.…

  • First Spark

    She remembers the first spark, Eyes meeting, hearts in the dark. A laugh, a touch, a stolen glance, The start of everything, the first dance. Memories linger like firelight, Soft and warm in the quiet night. Love that grows, that holds, that stays— A heartbeat echoing through all our days. Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)

  • The Keeper

    My love, I see it all again, The day you knelt and took her hand. Her little eyes so unsure, so shy, And you chose her heart without a why. You became a father when you didn’t have to, Gave her a world she never knew. Then we brought two more souls to light, Little…

  • Hallway Echoes

    She’s there again, the locker squeaks, His laugh spills like sunlight across her cheek. Notes tucked in books, fingers brushing hands, The world shrinks to the space where he stands. Her heart beats fast, a secret drum, Every glance a spark, every smile, a sun. Back then, he was everything, the only truth she knew,…