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Best Whitney Zahara Poems

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For Now It Is My Time

For now it is my time,
I can see the light just ahead;
I don't know what is going to happen,
But I can tell someone's heart is filled with dread.

The angel came to me,
She told me it was time to go;
She took me by the hand,
it was by then I knew it was so.
She whispered, "Don't worry,
It'll be okay;
For all that was left behind,
will be with you again someday."
With a nod of my head,
and a tear down my cheek;
She looked at me,
as she continued to speak.

"My little one,
don't be so sad;
Once you are home,
your heart shall be glad."

For now it is my time,
and I never dared to question why;
I have reached the gates of heaven,
and I didn't have a chance to say goodbye.

For all is in the past,
and so are you;
If only I could go back,
and tell you how much I love you.
Please, don't cry, we'll meet again,
I'm promising you this;
I'll be waiting for you,
Here, home in heaven.
In heaven it was him that I saw,
The Almighty Father;
He opened his arms out to me,
as he started to move his jaw.
He looked down at me,
I couldn't think of a word to say;
And as he spoke,
I started to convey.

He said, "Welcome, little one,
I knew this day would come;
And now that you're here,
I will share my words of wisdom.
I've watched as you've done wrong,
you know this is true;
But I'm happy to see you here with me,
and I have forgiven you.
For this life now is eternal,
and tomorrow is gone;
Your old life will be nothing,
I promise you by dawn."

He wrapped his arms around me, 
and ran his fingers through my hair;
He held me tight,
and started to say a prayer.

Once he was finished,
he looked at me again;
He told me, "Dear child,
won't you stay with me in heaven?"

I looked behind me,
taking a glance at my past;
I'm thinking of you while I'm gone,
and in my heart that's where you'll last.

For now it is my time,
for this I will believe;
I will go on about my business,
and I shall take my leave.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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Each Day

Each day, I'm feeling better
about myself and everything.
I'm getting more in tuned with me
and being in control with myself.
Each day, I'm loving myself more
more than anything else in the world.
I'm seeing things, life much clear
and I'm able to be happy again.
Each day, the sun is shining brighter
and the sky more clear.
The flowers grow full bloom
and grass much greener.
Each day, I feel more beautiful
more confident and strong.
I'm learning a lot through this journy
and feeling completely responsible.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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I sit there, unaware,  of what might happen
As my foot begins a tappin'
I blink, and think, of the next step ahead
as I begin to lie down on my bed.
My dear, things seem so unclear
and everything seems a bit too hard to hear
Everything becomes anew, unclear of what to do
in this life I'm still going through.
I'm growing up so fast
that I even stored away my past
I clear my mind as I lie on my bed
and thoughts leaving me surely undead.
I'll awake the next morning, with an unsaid warning
knowing that my life isn't the same
I'm done with messin', I've learned my lesson
that life is not a game.
I'm done being unclear, finally able to hear
being a whole different me
Suddenlly knowing, that I'm growing
and accepting how it's gonna be.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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Open Up

Open your arms to what you want to stay,
thus you can be able to determine your fate;
and from what you might be thinking,
could lead you to something more than just hate.
Close your arms when you want to keep it,
something so strong you want to keep close;
Deep in your heart it'll be set straight,
From what you know, nobody else knows.
Close your eyes to what you want to focus on,
your ears open to what you want to hear;
With just a blink of an eye,
it could all disappear.
Focus your mind on your treasure,
keep it focused on your true goal;
If you just open up inside and out,
it'll add ease to your soul.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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Growing in Hell And Peace

Just like the Earth,
I'll grow full to bloom;
And as my body changes,
my mind does too.

The place I call home,
people burning others to succeed;
All the sadness and the madness,
and one trying to be the best to lead.

They say the grass grows greener on the other side,
but I fail to simply agree;
And if that is possible,
then why does everyone look so unhappy?

I'm sick of living in hell on Earth,
where's the peace when you need it?
I can't find it anywhere,
or maybe I'm just not looking hard enough for it.

You feel the burns without seeing the flames,
no one tries to put the flames out;
Either you hear the people screaming,
or running around out and about.

Growing in hell and peace,
is not as easy as a gentle floating flower;
But if we can find some way to be happy,
we can make us a better world together.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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In Love Before

I've never been in love before,
no matter the things I've even said;
But my past makes me a better person,
no matter how many tears were shed.
I've never been in love before,
and the feeling tends to hurt like hell;
But relationships has its complications,
no matter how much you fight and yell.
Being in love makes you do crazy things,
and it makes you not want to give up;
Even if you feel like it's at its end,
you'll go through it strong enough.
I've never been in love before,
my past "love(s)" was never real;
But I want to continue what's there,
and for the fights? I can deal.
This is something I can't give up on,
something I want to turn into a future - no past;
Please, don't leave me,
Because I know we can make it last.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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It's Like

It's like a strand of your hair,
to the way that you walk,
to the sound of your voice,
and the way that you talk.
It's like coming home from work,
to seeing you soon,
to hear how your day was,
to seeing you home noon.
It's like the thought of you close,
to the way you are near,
to the way you hold me,
to the way you are here.
It's like being in love,
feeling without knowing,
dreaming to believing,
knowing without showing.
I know what it's like to want,
to care,
to love,
and to share.
I know what it's like to hurt,
to cry,
to feel heart break,
and to try.
It's like wondering,
to make it all better,
to discuss,
and to have it all matter.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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I let fear hold me back from how I feel,
and everything I had inside is now out and real.
I can't believe I let stupidity take over,
I should've worked harder at being a lover.
I let him down in so many ways,
but I'm making sure each promise that I made stays.
I want to throw my fear away,
only as long as he'll be by my side to stay.
Promise are made to be kept,
not broken and swept.
I'm going to do what I can to make it work,
and I hope to be forgiven for all the hurt.
No more of the lies,
no more tries.
I'll start with him and me,
the pain is something that didn't need to be.
I'm sorry for everything I've done,
and I hope to put things back together as one.

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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Say Something

There's a mouth wide open,
coming out? Those words unspoken;
There's something that needs to be said,
nothing that should be read.
Trying my best with you to talk,
but it seems that all I can do is walk;
I feel like I have something to say,
but it's already now a new day.
The wind blows through my hair,
realizing I'm zoned out in stare;
I'm thinking of what to say to you,
if there is something to say or do.
The words that I need to say are true,
but I don't want my words to bother you;
I'm not trying to be such a pain,
or tempt to make you go insane.
I'm being real by what's in my heart,
and hoping that what I say doesn't tear us apart;
I just really had something to say,
something that shouldn't be waited on another day

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012

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Still Breathing

Feeling it deep within
Just like a sin
I'm feeling like I'm dead
Angry thoughts in my head
I wanna die
While it's hard for me to try
I want to cry again
I'm talking to no friend
About how I feel
And everything is real
But I wanna close my eyes
From a world that won't let me hide
And I'm just tired
And my body feels unwired
While I can't forgive myself
And my life sits on a shelf
Filled with hate
And it'll be a while before I become great

Copyright © Whitney Zahara | Year Posted 2012