Best Fot Poems
Your soul was being attacked
Meanwhile mine carried bags
Of sorrow, devastation and guilt
For I knew your little body couldn’t handle this
This cancer that sprung up out of nowhere when you were two
But you got your army men and went to work
Fighting
How strong your little heart was
Bigger than any of those little army men
Nevertheless, your little body didn’t fight forever
How could it?
So I sat you on my lap and told you that it was okay
You died that day.
So now,
Every chance I get I say screw Cancer
Fot taking the most precious boy I’d ever laid eyes on.
I sit and stare at empty page
my mind a big black hole
my pencil sharp and at the ready
as if I’ve no control
then words begin to form
my pencil flits and flies
and rhyming words, oh how
my mind is really tried
It kind of makes my head rush
I do not want to brag
but writing never seemed more fun
than in the days of “poetry tag”
When poets gathered in a room
a topic then was given
the poet pounded out a poem
like they were truely driven
I miss those days of poetry tag
inspiration came to me
on fairy wings and moon beams
hearts bared for all to see
Fot Matt's Write now contest
started at 7:22pm and finished at 7:33pm on August 20 2008
I write long hand.... :-)
In pain u couldn't talk
Whenever I came to check on u
Lying in bed there
I knew u wanted to tell me something
Poor me I cried
And let myself avoid u
I thought I caused you pain
So I went in vain
Then here comes a phone call
I just lost my loved one
Grandma why did u go
Atleast u could ask me first
Time really can tell
And at times it rings a bell
But sometimes it's like hell
Crazy moments of life
Felt like I should blame
All those around me
Maybe she could be saved
But I don't even know how
Cancer is a killer
People have to know
When it attacks someone
It kills slowly and painfully
Grandma, I love u
We made jokes all the time
Not knowing someday
U'll not even be able to speak
Now I know it all
U left with a part of me
I can feel the pain, newly
Everytime I think of u
And when I look at ur photo
I wish I knew the date
I would dance with u all night
And tell u good bye
Before u could die
But u are no longer here
Wait fot me where u are
Our hearts will speak 2 each other
I wana hear u saying
I miss u Irene
Hummingbird
motionless now
hovers still
rising, falling
on my breast
as laughter rings
it doth animate his wings.
Fot the " The Crown of my Body" contest whitney form
written 6/18/12
The sky is gray
as late afternoon morphs into evening
We are not prepared fot the gathering storm
Peace is what we seek
But the sky offers little hope
and when the heavens burst
we are taken aback
We must prepare ourselves
swiftly
or be swept away by the
howling storm or are struck by lightning
An awesome display of nature's power
Despite advances we cannot yet
cope with the forces unleashed
in a storm
Look out your window
Prepare yourself for the worst
For nature does not make comprimises
or change to suit us
Prayers, rise heavenward
Let's take solace
in our small structures
and our loved ones
Joy's in the air
Paradis beyond the sky
Rejoice o sorrowful earth
Look up and reach for The Lord on high
Break loose your shackles
Stand tall,stand strong,be humble,yet be proud
Turn your hands upward
And reach beyond the clouds
Reach for the heavens
To defeat your woes
Reach for the heavens
Reach with your hearts,your minds,your souls
Reach up with joy and happiness
This could be our last moment
Not ever knowing when or where
You or me will be summon
Rise up and reach for paradise
Do it with prayer,with hope
Never hesitate even for a second
Keep your faith afloat
Reach up higher and higher still
Till you can feel his presense
Even though you can't see him
You can fell his evanescent omnipresense
Never stop believing,never stop reaching
The wrongs we've done in life can be forgiven
Never stop believing,never stop reaching
Never stop hoping,always stay commited.
I will never stop reaching for
You should never stop reaching for
We all should never stop reaching for
Reaching for Love
Reaching for Hope
Reaching for Salvation
Never stop reaching
Never stop reaching fot Heaven
TIME
Yes I’m an old dog
But I’ll still get a bite at the bone
The day did find me down
But there’s yet a majestic dawn
That of the morning worms
And of the early birds
Yes I’m late for the banquet
But it’s still until a fortnight
The king may be a little angry
But he must understand I am hungry
Waste therefore not my time
I’ll be late fot the wine
I here laughter and meeting of glasses
It must be the liquor and evil dances
Now I know I’ve missed a thing or two
Please tell me that is not true?
Oh, the pleasures of the king’s imagination
Made real by his hand’s orchestration
Have they got to the main course?
I’m sure some villain will turn it into a racecourse
But ventre a terre upon his heels
Before the first apple peels
And my seat close to the king’s
Before the dinner bell rings
Bright Githui
Through the years students come and go, and time after time you teach and put on a show.
The students dance and sing, and the audiance is proud of what they have seen. You
remeber every name that walked through the door, and you keep above the game and people
ask for more. Thanks for the gifts you have given us, thanks for the talent, love and
trust. But most of all fot the loyalty year after year, your such a great person your
such a kind dear.And remember this always, no matter what students do after they leave,
it is what they hold close to there haert it is what they belive...that dance is not only
an expression you show on the outside, it's a feeling and emotion you have on the inside.
So, whatever we do after we move on just think to yourself and be strong, and know that
we are all grateful for all that you do, and we can sincerly say "how much we all love
you".
Got a son
His name is Scottie
Am I proud, you better believe it
My shining star
My confidant
How proud? You couldn't conceive it
Growing up
Problems quite few
Turned out to be much as expected
A computer guru
With in-born smarts
Trying so hard to be objective
Guess I'm not
Being very successful
At hiding my love for my Scottie
Hope he meets up with
A pretty young thing
One just a little bit naughty
Some folks say
He's a replica of me
Imagine that's quite possibly true
Body shape's similar
Same zest fot life
His sense of humour's similar too
Bias? Perhaps!
More than a little
Not everyone's as lucky as me
To have a son who
Turned out like Scottie
As proud as a daddy can be!
© Jack Ellison 2013
11 years of public school under your belt,
8 years suffering the worst feeling ever felt.
Parents divorced,
They remarried....... You're forgotten.
Eventually you have to move,
Leaving fields of corn and cotton.
Trailer park life, living as a disgrace.
Facing all your fears alone and biting back the bitter taste.
A hateful brother you thought was the only one,
Not knowing the father you loved replaced you.
Being thrown into this new hoard nd giving anxiety a kick start.
Dealing with the stress of 8 new siblings along with a useless attempt at maintaining order.
You look back now and realize how easy you had it then....
You're new little sister comes in August, 10 brothers and sisters is a lot to handle.
You're school life is steadily getting harder as you struggle to prove your worth.
A concoction of vibrant pills are the only reason you're alive, if you're being completely honest with yourself.
You don't know why you even bother getting excited because you have no one to share it with.
You're "awful" brother has left for boot camp.
The one person you trusted left.
Weekly, you pay someone to listen to you cry and complain about your "horrible" teenage life.
And nothing means anything to you anymore.
You hate the kid you were fot being naïve.
You go through each day with a monotonous numbness, making sure nobody suspects your problems.
And each night, as you prepare yourself for the onslaught of nightmares, you look dejected at your knives and secretly wished that nobody cared and you didn't have so much responsibility,
So that you wouldn't feel guilty if you decided to leave.
This is the struggle of my life. And it will never be made any easier.
ALL BECAUSE OF CALVARY
IT WAS ON A DAY SO LONG AGO
THAT JESUS BLED AND DIED.
SO ALL OF US ON EARTH TODAY
COULD IN HIS LOVE A BIDE.
IT WAS ON THAT CROSS HE SUFFERED
THERE HE DIED.BUT NOT ASHAME.
BECAUSE OF HIS LOVE FOR EVERYONE
HE WAS WILLING TO TAKE THE BLAME.
THIS SAME JESUS LIVES TO DAY
AND HE LIVES WITHIN MY HEART
HE IS WILLING TO BE YOUR KING
IF YOU ARE WILLING TO MAKE THE START.
HE PAID THE DEPT WE COULD NOT PAY
CALVARY COVERED THE CROSS,
AND HE IS HERE WITH OUTREACHED ARMS
FOT THE LONELY AND THE LOST.
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WRITTEN BY ANN HART COPYRIGHT
It is dark,
But,
When she looks up,
She sees sparkling diamonds,
Wondering,
How do they get there?
Stretching her hands,
Hoping,
She could reach them,
Taking them with her,
Cause they make her calm,
When the sun rises,
The diamonds are gone,
Leaving her waiting,
Waiting fot the stars,
Coming in the next darkness of the night.
With Burle Ives singing Frosty the snowman in the background,
and the smell of pies and
cinamon in the open, warm kitchen, thoughts of Christmas'
past come to mind. When
precious God fearing, grand parents were
around to keep my thoughts on the right path and
help to increase my faith in a loving heavenly father.
A father that had the good of the
family in mind; was the protector of the family and leader.
Times were more simple and
precious, hard work was the norm around the small vegetable farm.
Decorations for Christmas
were a must, a tree and lights, with many gifts under the tree.
Kids playing with all the toys
and each other, usually a board game would
take place after the Christmas eve meal with all
the cousins, that we all readily enjoyed.
As the kids got older, and were able to drive, we
would take a ride to Christmas Lane and look
at the decorations and lights. Then go home to
wait fot Santa to leave our presents,
with the fire place's glowing red embers, Santa could
see the perfect place to leave the gifts arranged for
best enjoyment and visual build-up.
Love abounds sitll in our home, with my own son watching for Santa's spies around
Thanksgiving and wishing for every
toy known to mankind. The awe and wonder are still
there, but I miss those gone on before, though I
can imagine the celebration they are having
up in Heaven, praising Jesus, and loving each other.
For my grand parents-Robert and Leola Kendrick and Marion and Marie Morgan
TIME
Yes I’m an old dog
But I’ll still get a bite at the bone
The day did find me down
But there’s yet a majestic dawn
That of the morning worms
And of the early birds
Yes I’m late for the banquet
But it’s still until a fortnight
The king may be a little angry
But he must understand I am hungry
Waste therefore not my time
I’ll be late fot the wine
I here laughter and meeting of glasses
It must be the liquor and evil dances
Now I know I’ve missed a thing or two
Please tell me that is not true?
Oh, the pleasures of the king’s imagination
Made real by his hand’s orchestration
Have they got to the main course?
I’m sure some villain will turn it into a racecourse
But ventre a terre upon his heels
Before the first apple peels
And my seat close to the king’s
Before the dinner bell rings
Bright Githui
Talk!
1. Dont Speak Dont say a word
Feel my anger start to burn
Bottle it up stuff it inside
Choke on your voice
never been so deprived
We are nothing but the stories we tell
Let the man hear you as you are trapped inside yourself
For at times it seems that going silent crushes your dreams
Stiffiling the innocent
Defering your wrong doings
Blaming the youth
but they well see we will seethe youth shall rise above
Fot if nothing else that we teach them is
to walk the walk and talk, talk, talk.