The lighthouse stands in solitude,
With teaming streams of golden hues,
The cool, grainy sand coats the ground,
While the temperamental sea calls out with a crashing sound,
And as the sweet, salty breeze envelops me,
I finally rest, peacefully.
Wandering down the forest path
Breathing in the fresh air,
Not worrying about the world's wrath
If only this feeling I could share.
I hear the birds chirping in the trees,
I feel the wind caressing my skin,
I see the grass lightly flowing in the breeze,
Not a single worry within.
The forest is so calm and quiet;
The animals free to roam.
Who would know behind these trees there is a riot,
How could I call that place home?
In the forest is where I see,
Nature is where I need to be.
Smile.
i always smile
Be happy.
but im always happy
Love your family and friends!
i do
It's always nice to have a smart girl around.
i am smart
Go to Church
i do
responsiblities, expectations, promises, duties
everyday, it's something else, or more
its been hard, its been busy
grandpa left to go see grandma in heaven
grades slipped a little
lost a friend due to differences
sometimes got anxiety or feel depressed feel depreessed, the bad days
got closer to some other friends
got grades up
family is getting stronger
got everything more organized
went to church more
became more focused
became closer with family
i'm happy
I sMiLe
I stand staring up
In awe I look
Mouth gapping to breath in the taste of their voice
Dizzying my self with the constellations of their rhymes
In awe I stand
Of the vast
Darkness
Space enough between their lines to fit an eternity of feelings
Light years connected
By interpretations
Projected into the night
Sky
This dark expanse
That turns desires in to dreams
And dreams into reality
As the sky burns red and the sun
Rises
Too soon
Too great
For the preservation of fantasies
But in poetry we remember them
Our wild journeys of flight
Our deep recession of memory
So deep we
Forget to breathe in the night
Only through these words on paper
Do we truly remember,
Connect,
And embark
On this minds journey
In search of its greatest question
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My favorite lines of this poem are "This dark expanse / That turns desires in to dreams / And dreams into reality" because it adds to the fantastic, mystical vibe of this story. Great work! If you are interested in writing about dreams, go check out tips for how to do so in the "resources" section of the site under "poetry writing tips!"
On a day that we can't forget, the earth froze in place.
Planes flew overhead, darkening the skies.
Innocent people saw their breath stop;
As planes flew overhead.
The planes shot the only "safe place" they had.
Towers crashed and people died.
I was only three years old.
But now I understand the blood shed was unnecessary.
These suicide bombers wrecked lives. I hope they remember the blood on their hands
Psalm 5:3
A Prayer for Guidance
To the Chief Musician. With flutes. A Psalm of David.
5 Give ear to my words, O Lord,
Consider my meditation.
2 Give heed to the voice of my cry,
My King and my God,
For to You I will pray.
3 My voice You shall hear in the morning, O Lord;
In the morning I will direct it to You,
And I will lookup.
Eyes of trust
Here you are softly smiling as all seems alright just for now
Hope expands in the temporal for life conquers it all somehow
Yesterday some cloudy weather, but now the sun shines bright
The past is almost now forgotten as you are bathing in the light
A few words here and there make a difference when encouraged
All seems happy deep within when through hope we are asserted
Life is hope and hope is love uninterrupted flowing from assurance
All good gifts come from God, who fills us quickly with endurance
All is complete, whatever befalls, as the Lord prepares us for His service
All is needed to follow His call, is to obey, so to be ensured in His presence
“One day at the time”, appears like forever as troubles invade the early day
So moment to moment seems more inviting so peace will linger all the way
Jan Wienen
It started as a spark
but due to lack of care and love,
bursts into flames.
Now all that remains are the
empty, unstable, ashy frames.
I was real once.
I was human.
I had friends.
But that was a fool's thought,
Once the sharp whispers and rumors,
turn into knives that cut into your very soul.
I was loved by them, so I thought.
But love fades and slowly turns into hatred.
Now all the light and happiness was gone,
all because one kid decided she didn't like you.
Now you are surrounded by nothing but
Empty promises and feeling that
swell inside of you until you explode,
but not into flames, as you might wish.
You burst into tears, constant river falls,
nothing but the pain of a new day to comfort you.
And all it took was one whisper,
to start a forest fire.
Orange hues streak through
A stretch of sky, brilliant fire
The sun bathes anew
My anxiety cripples me
I take it on as a first line of defense
My tongue’s as sharp as a knife,
I’ll cut you with my words until you bleed apologies
I’m the kind of anxious that gets too comfortable
I make my own bed so you don’t have to
Nothing you’ll say will ever hurt me
I’ve already magnified my picture five hundred times
There are no new flaws you have to show me
Every pop-pop of your insults won’t speak louder than my rifle
I shoot down all my own ideas so you won’t get the chance to
Don’t get too close,
My anxious is contagious
