Rain is so refreshing.
on a real hot summer day.
I like to dance and sing.
all my cares away.
I splash and I splish.
and I jump and I run.
I pretend I'm a fish.
It 's great summer fun.
mud is dripping from my feet.
my clothes are saturated.
playing in the rain is such a treat.
That I am glad that God made it.
When the rain has ended
and the air is cooler and still.
I thank God cause he sended
me a great summer time thrill.
Written by Treasa Jarvis 7/16/2011
contest: Best rain poem
YOUR CHANGES
The heat of mid-day slowing down your pace,
I watched as all your world was put in place.
Your changes from a girl to who you'll be,
I witnessed; others could not even see.
Too close to you, I guess, to see your eyes,
and still they never guess, how time it flies,
As God was re-arranging who you'll be,
I thanked Him that no one could see but me.
Each morning I could see someone made new.
Each evening someone else was there in you.
And Heaven knows I worshiped who you'll be
Your changing, no one ever saw but me.
Your photographs show changes God has done,
but who has witnessed but for me--no one.
You foolish boy!
What have you done!
Come son, come!
Cast out yourself,
‘cause it’s the demon
that’s goin' ruin you.
Child, get that big black bible;
the King James Version is better
‘cause it’s written in the old tongue.
Read boy, read!
Read a Psalm,
and ask God to help you.
Spill your guts to God boy;
don’t bottle in the devil.
Those demonic lies,
that come from your lips,
cause heavens to close their eyes.
You cause me so much pain boy,
even at your birth.
Come on, read!
Maybe someone curse that very day
I brought you to this earth.
Read yourself a new life.
Ask the father for new hands,
so you won’t steal again.
Ask him for a heart and a new brain,
so you won’t remember.
Pray son!
Pray, according to God’s will.
Let that foul spirit go.
Ask God for amnesty
for the innocence you kill.
Go wash the curse from your pores child;
use the oil the chaplain gave you.
It's goin' be alright,
everything is goin' be alright.
Daylight goin' bring peace.
My heart exhales with delightful ease.
the morning will bring some peace,
the morning will bring me peace.
DEAR DADDY,
YOU KNOW DADDY, WE DONT UNDERSTAND MUCH ABOUT THE WAR,
BUT, WE DO UNDERSTAND WHAT IT IS YOUR ARE FIGHTING FOR.
AT NIGHT, WHEN MOMMY AND US, KNEEL DOWN TO PRAY,
WE ASK GOD TO WATCH OVER YOU EVERY DAY.
WE KNOW YOU DIDN'T WANT TO GO AND FIGHT,
BUT, THANKS TO YOU, WE KNOW WE'RE SAFE FOR ANOTHER NIGHT.
SOME OF OUR FRIENDS HAVE DADDIES OVER THERE TOO,
THEY MISS THEIR DADDIES AS MUCH AS WE MISS YOU.
WELL IT'S TIME FOR BED AND TO SAY OUR PRAYERS, SO MOMMA CAN TUCK US IN TIGHT.
WE'LL BE SURE TO ASK GOD TO SEND EXTRA ANGLES TO WATCH OVER YOU TONIGHT.
LOVE,
UR LITTLE GURLS
i've been torn down,
my heart has been broken so many times,
many nights i've laid in my bed wanting to die,
crying myself to sleep, begging God to let let this be my last night of pain, and my last
breath of air..
my body fill with hatred and pain cause God didn't comes through for me
i just wanted the pain the pain to stop...
so maybe tonight i'll get the courage to take life and end my suffering, the pain
then i wont be so disappointed cause i wont wake another day......
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