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Hi!
These are a few of my poems, and I was just wanting to get your opinion of them.
I've had some people want to publish them, so I just wanted to see where you think I'm at in writing.
Thanks!
My newest.
Free-
Saharma lives a life that grows harder and harder each day;
Why suffering affects an eight year old is a mystery on the African plains.
Orphaned with two younger brothers to be taking constant care of;
The only thing that gets them through is their unfailing love.
Forming clay bricks in dry desert heat;
she earns a cent a day trying to make ends meet.
Before attempting to sleep in a box made of cardboard;
the three little children pray for deliverance from the Lord.
Stealing bread scraps and dirty water from the market shop;
her brother grabs his exposed ribs and cries “Make the pain stop!”
Forced maturity on her part; nearly no one has her heart.
Their living conditions are horrendous, she hopes and prays for God to mend this.
The heat of the Sahara is comparable to the warmth of her heart;
The mighty power of the lion’s run, is the strength of her faith when all is done.
Running quickly from the United Chinese Guard;
Lao says a quick prayer and grabs his sister’s wrist hard.
He’ll become a martyr for believing;
Every corner becomes deceiving.
Tucked deep away in his tattered coat’s pocket;
he hides a small Gideon’s bible and his mother’s precious locket.
His tiny sister forms a silent cry:
“Lao, is this the day we’re going to die?”
Lao tries to hide the tears and fears forming in his eyes;
“I don‘t know the answer to that, sweet Saku, but today we are truly alive.
They can take our food and shelter and we’ll run if we must;
But never forget baby sister, who truly takes care of us.
Even now, though it’s just you and me;
One day, like those in America, we too shall be free.”
He holds her in his arms, singing the last lullaby she’ll ever hear;
Though this life has passed, eternity is near.
Stories of those less fortunate than we;
As they suffer, at least we have the option to leave.
We’re not grateful for hardly anything;
Yet they take everything as a gift from their king.
We complain as we look at our circumstances;
We don’t realize that they’re the ones who don’t get second chances.
Our careers and material possessions rule who we are;
For those we disregard love is what takes them far.
The kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these;
Because they trust with their lives, the presence of God will never leave.
Why can’t we have the faith of a child, the trust of an innocent, the love of a spirit mild?
Someday we’ll find, we aren’t of like mind.
America, wake up; Crisis may be, but as for me?
I trust in my God.
“I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free;
I won’t forget the men who died, and gave that right to me.
I’ll gladly stand up next to you, and defend her still today;
There is no doubt I love this land, God bless the U.S.A.”
Blackened Light -
The right is always wrong, the choices always blind;
Yet the power of believing comes from the mind.
The mind makes the decision to leave what is solely felt;
Yet the heart for it's one true light will always continue to melt.
The sun continues to rise and set,
like a new day brings us a new regret;
yet as the sun will be always be faithful to appear,
The day when everything suddenly matters draws near.
The night possesses the darkness comprable to a blackened soul,
yet the light of a new dawn erases the old.
As the night reaches for a new beginning, so do we,
so as our breaking dawn approaches, our time of night will leave.
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day has just one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies with the setting sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart has just one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.
Hymn of The Broken -
The kitchen knife becomes inviting, as Chelsea's life is not worth fighting.
The scars run up and down her wrist, as life crumbles she hides a bloody fist.
She lies there broken with pain unspoken;
The scars she will always keep haunt yet another night of sleep.
As the drugs give him a quick high, Spencer wonders how much it will take before he dies.
He leaves the pain of reality behind, to search for what he struggles to find.
As the home he needed failed to exist, he wishes he could've lived the life he missed.
There's nothing left to the girl named Nicole, she uses anything to fill the gaping hole.
She's never had the love her heart so desperatly required;
So she wanders from guy to guy, 'cause she wants to feel desired.
As she runs away from her bitter past, she searches for a love that will last.
Ryan has nothing left to give; He begins to question the life he lives.
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These are a few of my poems, and I was just wanting to get your opinion of them.
I've had some people want to publish them, so I just wanted to see where you think I'm at in writing.
Thanks!
My newest.
Free-
Saharma lives a life that grows harder and harder each day;
Why suffering affects an eight year old is a mystery on the African plains.
Orphaned with two younger brothers to be taking constant care of;
The only thing that gets them through is their unfailing love.
Forming clay bricks in dry desert heat;
she earns a cent a day trying to make ends meet.
Before attempting to sleep in a box made of cardboard;
the three little children pray for deliverance from the Lord.
Stealing bread scraps and dirty water from the market shop;
her brother grabs his exposed ribs and cries “Make the pain stop!”
Forced maturity on her part; nearly no one has her heart.
Their living conditions are horrendous, she hopes and prays for God to mend this.
The heat of the Sahara is comparable to the warmth of her heart;
The mighty power of the lion’s run, is the strength of her faith when all is done.
Running quickly from the United Chinese Guard;
Lao says a quick prayer and grabs his sister’s wrist hard.
He’ll become a martyr for believing;
Every corner becomes deceiving.
Tucked deep away in his tattered coat’s pocket;
he hides a small Gideon’s bible and his mother’s precious locket.
His tiny sister forms a silent cry:
“Lao, is this the day we’re going to die?”
Lao tries to hide the tears and fears forming in his eyes;
“I don‘t know the answer to that, sweet Saku, but today we are truly alive.
They can take our food and shelter and we’ll run if we must;
But never forget baby sister, who truly takes care of us.
Even now, though it’s just you and me;
One day, like those in America, we too shall be free.”
He holds her in his arms, singing the last lullaby she’ll ever hear;
Though this life has passed, eternity is near.
Stories of those less fortunate than we;
As they suffer, at least we have the option to leave.
We’re not grateful for hardly anything;
Yet they take everything as a gift from their king.
We complain as we look at our circumstances;
We don’t realize that they’re the ones who don’t get second chances.
Our careers and material possessions rule who we are;
For those we disregard love is what takes them far.
The kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these;
Because they trust with their lives, the presence of God will never leave.
Why can’t we have the faith of a child, the trust of an innocent, the love of a spirit mild?
Someday we’ll find, we aren’t of like mind.
America, wake up; Crisis may be, but as for me?
I trust in my God.
“I’m proud to be an American, where at least I know I’m free;
I won’t forget the men who died, and gave that right to me.
I’ll gladly stand up next to you, and defend her still today;
There is no doubt I love this land, God bless the U.S.A.”
Blackened Light -
The right is always wrong, the choices always blind;
Yet the power of believing comes from the mind.
The mind makes the decision to leave what is solely felt;
Yet the heart for it's one true light will always continue to melt.
The sun continues to rise and set,
like a new day brings us a new regret;
yet as the sun will be always be faithful to appear,
The day when everything suddenly matters draws near.
The night possesses the darkness comprable to a blackened soul,
yet the light of a new dawn erases the old.
As the night reaches for a new beginning, so do we,
so as our breaking dawn approaches, our time of night will leave.
The night has a thousand eyes, and the day has just one;
Yet the light of the whole world dies with the setting sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, and the heart has just one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies when love is done.
Hymn of The Broken -
The kitchen knife becomes inviting, as Chelsea's life is not worth fighting.
The scars run up and down her wrist, as life crumbles she hides a bloody fist.
She lies there broken with pain unspoken;
The scars she will always keep haunt yet another night of sleep.
As the drugs give him a quick high, Spencer wonders how much it will take before he dies.
He leaves the pain of reality behind, to search for what he struggles to find.
As the home he needed failed to exist, he wishes he could've lived the life he missed.
There's nothing left to the girl named Nicole, she uses anything to fill the gaping hole.
She's never had the love her heart so desperatly required;
So she wanders from guy to guy, 'cause she wants to feel desired.
As she runs away from her bitter past, she searches for a love that will last.
Ryan has nothing left to give; He begins to question the life he lives.
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