You said you were mine
Being hers, but toying with me—you have stepped over the line
And know you will fall
In the dark, when it all came to light
You sealed your doom that night
Blood drips from the dagger in my mind
My hate stabs you, kill you—but to it you are blind
Jaded by falsehoods, scathed by deceit,
You have organized my defeat
Living broken, surviving half there
Love you have taken, leaving me in disrepair
I hate you
i heard of someone, who lived long ago
who could heal my bruised and broken soul
to Him I take my scars and hurts
and in return, life renewed—I will never revert
my shame, my hurt, my guilt is lifted
your love to me you have now gifted
and now I am free
troubled soul, bleeding heart
a loved one a dear one will soon depart
my strong hold, my hiding place
i run headlong into you embrace
the storms of life weigh me down
to Him I cling that I will not drown
jobs dry up, finances grow slim
with all my troubles I will run to Him
and forever I will call Him mine
For this poem I had to use the element of alliteration (Repetition of a particular sound in the first syllables of a series of words and/or phrases.)
Dark and dreary, dank and dusty—dreams dauntingly distress.
Thudding and threatening, thrashing and thrusting—thoughts theoretically thunderstorm.
Edgy and entangled, egotistic and enlivened —emotions embarrassingly express.
Warning and wary, woeful and wraithy—words worryingly wail.
Anxious and agitated, apprehensive and afraid—actions alarmingly abound.
Hellish and harrowing, hideous and haunting —hallucinations horribly harass.
Scratching and slashing, smothering and strangling—sounds steadily scream.
I absolutely love wind! (and nobody else seems to) So I wrote this poem to convert all you wind-haters! Or at least give you another look at...
It whooshes and whispers, and wills me to follow.
My curtains shiver in delight
As the wind does cartwheels through its silky folds.
The wind thrusts open my door, and I follow it out into the world.
I stare about me in awed wonder;
My world has been transformed into a niche of mystery,
By the magical entity we call wind.
The sun grins from ear to ear,
As she spills down ocean-fulls of priceless golden filigree,
Which the wind tosses and spins in a lively ballet.
It turns solid stately status of stiff wood,
Into dancing and swaying green-clad maidens
That wave as I stroll by.
Daisies and daffodils nod in agreement
At a whispered confession.
The wind shares secrets with every petal-headed flora.
Fish learn they can fly,
As the wind tossed them skyward.
The wind shushes over fields of grasses
And rattles skeletons of seasons past.
It swooshes though leaf-laden arms,
Making them sound like pattering rain.
Birds, harmonizing with the enchanting melody,
Ride wind-waves, soaring and swooping,
Stars of a daytime sky.
The wind rumples and rustles my hair,
And gently caresses my cheek.
I feel like I am truly alive,
As I stand on this hilltop
Overlooking a magical earth.
I raise my arms and believe I can fly,
The wind lifting me to my toes.
The skies grow dim as the sun alters facades.
The world turns a pinky darkness.
The wind show its artistry,
As it sculpt and molds.
Silhouettes and cloud-shapes
Fill the blushing heavens.
Stars start to appear, in a black velvet sky.
From my window they wink at me
Through inky tree branches,
With whom the wind is dancing, slowly swaying,
Lulling me to sleep.
This poem I wrote for my mom for mother's day. I also had to use Iambic (how many beats in a line) which was a pain to say the least.
What can I say that will quite sum up all,
The things you’ve done since I was small.
There are things I do not recall,
But I know that it must be true,
Those endless nights when I would squall.
To you I think some thanks is due.
You cared for me through chicken pox and flu,
Diapers demanding changing too.
When was I five, how much I grew,
You held me through those nights of pain
And clinic stays you pulled me through.
Weary, still you didn’t complain.
Then you introduced to me new terrain.
My ABC’s you did ingrain,
Though numbers rather hurt my brain.
My reading love that you did fuel,
And English rules you would explain,
So, thank you mom, I love Homeschool!
Now mom, I know sometimes you lose your cool,
And I do not obey your rule.
We can be stubborn as a mule,
At times we quarrel and we fight,
And act like we are in preschool,
But always we will make it right.
And now from you I’ll claim all my birthrights
I got my hair from you alright!
To me you gave some great insight
Of how to act the proper way
Though I still got your eyesight!
But hey, I love you anyway.
As I matured, our bond grew quite soigné
And we became best friends, hurrah!
Keep each secret, never betray.
When my heart was broken and scarred,
You pointed me back to Yahweh
And held me when I cried so hard.
At times my friendships would be marred
And communications were barred.
To do the right you pushed me hard,
Always fighting, never leaving.
You and I the fervent vanguard
When lost friends I am still grieving.
Thank you mom for never leaving,
To you I’ll be always be cleaving,
I love you Mom.
Ok, sorry this is such a long post,
And I better get to bed, (church tomorrow) so, Goodnight!