A gunshot sounds off
A crack like thunder through an overcast sky
One heart stops
The hearts of so many others break
Siblings have lost a brother
Parents have lost a son
Children have lost a father
Soldiers have lost a friend
Rain pours on broken ground
Trees whisper in a million sad voices
Mountains so tall and mighty
Stoop down as the world mourns
An individual
Killed in a wave of thousands
Died proudly for love
He is not forgotten
--In memory of all men and women killed in the line of duty.
9/25/10
I Choose
I choose to know
He is the love the world cannot give
I choose to seek
The pathway he has constructed before me
I choose to fall
So he will help me rise
I choose to stand
So I may be humbled by his word
I choose to hurt
And he is hurt
I choose to love
And he is loved
I choose to pray
That I will live and die in his arms
This is for God.
He is the love the world cannot give
I choose to seek
The pathway he has constructed before me
I choose to fall
So he will help me rise
I choose to stand
So I may be humbled by his word
I choose to hurt
And he is hurt
I choose to love
And he is loved
I choose to pray
That I will live and die in his arms
This is for God.
8/14/10
The Assumption
In beautiful choruses, angels sing
A song for honor and love
In a glorious rise, mother to the king
Enlightens skies above
The virgin mother of God's only son
Is lifted up with brand new birth
Of who she is and what she's done:
Given life to to his presence on earth
Lifted up body and soul because
Such purity of intent
In treasure of mortals like she once was
Into heaven this hailed woman is sent.
Happy Assumption of Mary!!! Just went to church and got inspired for this during all the songs we sung in Mary's honor: and for such a special occaison, I resurrected the every-other-line-rhyming, which I said I PROBABLY wasn't going to do. Oh, well, this was a special case.
A song for honor and love
In a glorious rise, mother to the king
Enlightens skies above
The virgin mother of God's only son
Is lifted up with brand new birth
Of who she is and what she's done:
Given life to to his presence on earth
Lifted up body and soul because
Such purity of intent
In treasure of mortals like she once was
Into heaven this hailed woman is sent.
Happy Assumption of Mary!!! Just went to church and got inspired for this during all the songs we sung in Mary's honor: and for such a special occaison, I resurrected the every-other-line-rhyming, which I said I PROBABLY wasn't going to do. Oh, well, this was a special case.
7/28/10
Brought to Heaven
Broken wings, raging fire
All within a captive heart
I long for freedom from this day
Until we fly again
These chains around me
Apprehending
Keeping me
On broken ground
This shattered peace
Down deep within
Longs just for
A taste of freedom
Something comes to save my heart
So broken into such small pieces
A shining hand unto the daylight
Pulls me out of the depths
A heart fulfilled for all its longing
Finds its taste of satisfaction
Cleansed with fire, truth, and God
Heaven is opened up.
I really have no idea where this came from, so I got no explanation like I usually do. I got religion and and a keyboard, and that's usually all I need on a day like this.
All within a captive heart
I long for freedom from this day
Until we fly again
These chains around me
Apprehending
Keeping me
On broken ground
This shattered peace
Down deep within
Longs just for
A taste of freedom
Something comes to save my heart
So broken into such small pieces
A shining hand unto the daylight
Pulls me out of the depths
A heart fulfilled for all its longing
Finds its taste of satisfaction
Cleansed with fire, truth, and God
Heaven is opened up.
I really have no idea where this came from, so I got no explanation like I usually do. I got religion and and a keyboard, and that's usually all I need on a day like this.
7/8/10
Come Home
I was sent to your side as a request
To spy and betray
To prove that you had become something you never were
Twisted
Broken
Evil
But I watched as others acted to hurt
Lost amongst your supposed allies
You shut your eyes, not bearing the sight.
But your fear held onto your loyalties
To those who called themselves friends.
You aren't who they say
You aren't one of them.
I can see past those eyes
I can see into you and know your heart
That it is still there and beating
Unlike the endless void that has encased theirs.
They are driven by narcissism
A head full of themselves
To compensate for the fading echoes
Of what used to be a heart, a home.
But yours is alive
It is very much there.
You still have love, honor
Unlike they who have shed it for approval.
They live off others' downfall.
They live off their own gain.
So keep you head on your shoulders
Not on a pedestal
And keep your heart deep within you
And there it will stay.
And keep my words close
Because I stand
Waiting for the day you come home.
OKAY... This poem can be interpreted in a LOT of ways. I originally got the inspiration from a short story (sound familiar?) about a double agent sent to uncover secrets about someone who used to be a friend but now has joined the EVILLLL side (And yes, the L's are VERY necessary.) but really finds out that they haven't turned all bad.
BUT, the more I read this, the more it started to turn into the subject of peer pressure- something very common in my middle school world.
AND THEN it turned into (vaguely) a story of a person who has changed their ways on their own terms... and possibly narrated from the point of a freind who misses the old "them."
So take it whatever way you take it. I'm honestly here to write, but not necessarily to know what I write or why the heck I write it.
To spy and betray
To prove that you had become something you never were
Twisted
Broken
Evil
But I watched as others acted to hurt
Lost amongst your supposed allies
You shut your eyes, not bearing the sight.
But your fear held onto your loyalties
To those who called themselves friends.
You aren't who they say
You aren't one of them.
I can see past those eyes
I can see into you and know your heart
That it is still there and beating
Unlike the endless void that has encased theirs.
They are driven by narcissism
A head full of themselves
To compensate for the fading echoes
Of what used to be a heart, a home.
But yours is alive
It is very much there.
You still have love, honor
Unlike they who have shed it for approval.
They live off others' downfall.
They live off their own gain.
So keep you head on your shoulders
Not on a pedestal
And keep your heart deep within you
And there it will stay.
And keep my words close
Because I stand
Waiting for the day you come home.
OKAY... This poem can be interpreted in a LOT of ways. I originally got the inspiration from a short story (sound familiar?) about a double agent sent to uncover secrets about someone who used to be a friend but now has joined the EVILLLL side (And yes, the L's are VERY necessary.) but really finds out that they haven't turned all bad.
BUT, the more I read this, the more it started to turn into the subject of peer pressure- something very common in my middle school world.
AND THEN it turned into (vaguely) a story of a person who has changed their ways on their own terms... and possibly narrated from the point of a freind who misses the old "them."
So take it whatever way you take it. I'm honestly here to write, but not necessarily to know what I write or why the heck I write it.
Jump
With noble restraint we approach
Saving the wild energy for a time greater needed... and desired.
Dormant fire is held captive within a graceful beast
Only to be released at command.
In a flurry, a takeoff
I give all I can give, all that's been held.
This miracle of a beast takes all, showing no hesitation,
No mercy to the voices apprehending
This release of sleeping drive pushes two into a pioneering flight.
Dominating this obstacle
Beast becomes transportation to a parallel
Something only seen in imagination, time stands still,
The world fades into the harsh reality of forced overcoming that stands true.
And with it we are set free.
Free to claim this frontier as our own.
Man takes in the beautiful air of his fantasy
And beast flies along taking his claim of the sky.
Gravity can only pull down
Two minds and spirits so high.
Snapped back into the inevitable landing
We are driven back from what now is ours.
No fear returns
Of either man nor beast flying away
For when we embrace the ground once more
We are held within each other's arms
And there is nothing left
Of the doubt of gain such as we.
Yes, enduring are we.
Another chance presents itself as a gift.
We hold back and take off
Only to find in the fact that for every journey that concludes
A bright way shines its light anew.
Believe it or not, this poem is about jumping on a horse. The freedom and spirit I feel when I'm jumping can only be expressed like... THIS.
Yes, people often ask me what my hobbies are and I either answer "I'm a rider" or "I'm a writer", and being the fast speaker I am, people often get the two confused as they stumble their ways out of my mouth. When they ask me to confirm whether I said "rider" or "writer", it's days like these where I'm very proud and relieved to say I'm both.
Saving the wild energy for a time greater needed... and desired.
Dormant fire is held captive within a graceful beast
Only to be released at command.
In a flurry, a takeoff
I give all I can give, all that's been held.
This miracle of a beast takes all, showing no hesitation,
No mercy to the voices apprehending
This release of sleeping drive pushes two into a pioneering flight.
Dominating this obstacle
Beast becomes transportation to a parallel
Something only seen in imagination, time stands still,
The world fades into the harsh reality of forced overcoming that stands true.
And with it we are set free.
Free to claim this frontier as our own.
Man takes in the beautiful air of his fantasy
And beast flies along taking his claim of the sky.
Gravity can only pull down
Two minds and spirits so high.
Snapped back into the inevitable landing
We are driven back from what now is ours.
No fear returns
Of either man nor beast flying away
For when we embrace the ground once more
We are held within each other's arms
And there is nothing left
Of the doubt of gain such as we.
Yes, enduring are we.
Another chance presents itself as a gift.
We hold back and take off
Only to find in the fact that for every journey that concludes
A bright way shines its light anew.
Believe it or not, this poem is about jumping on a horse. The freedom and spirit I feel when I'm jumping can only be expressed like... THIS.
Yes, people often ask me what my hobbies are and I either answer "I'm a rider" or "I'm a writer", and being the fast speaker I am, people often get the two confused as they stumble their ways out of my mouth. When they ask me to confirm whether I said "rider" or "writer", it's days like these where I'm very proud and relieved to say I'm both.
6/17/10
The Rise of Life
Dark clouds encase the sky
Wind whispers foreshadows
Eerie stillness lingers
The strike coming silently
Lives of their victims
Falling with the rise of their reign
Only to be lifted
Away to a better life
Merciless men
Know not what they do
Unaware of their carnage
The good rising up to save
Years go by
People fight
For the rights of those
Who can't stand for themselves
Delilcate and precious
Lives will be saved
When purity and goodness
Finally have their rise
After the longest of fights
The cease of a cold-blooded war
God shall have his day
Along with those risen lives
This poem is pro-life. Pray for the babies. Pray for the mothers. Pray for the end of abortion.
Wind whispers foreshadows
Eerie stillness lingers
The strike coming silently
Lives of their victims
Falling with the rise of their reign
Only to be lifted
Away to a better life
Merciless men
Know not what they do
Unaware of their carnage
The good rising up to save
Years go by
People fight
For the rights of those
Who can't stand for themselves
Delilcate and precious
Lives will be saved
When purity and goodness
Finally have their rise
After the longest of fights
The cease of a cold-blooded war
God shall have his day
Along with those risen lives
This poem is pro-life. Pray for the babies. Pray for the mothers. Pray for the end of abortion.
6/16/10
Birth of a Revolution
Living power's rush
Thunders across broken ground
Longing for freedom
Fierce rebellion
Bringing down dark horizons
Giving rise to life
Sun boldly rising
Defeating the endless night
We are triumphant
Today I thought I'd take a different route than usual and do some haikus. I got inspiration for this from a daydream I've been having lately about a small rebel taskforce overthrowing a government that had kept them oppressed as prisoners for years... Yeah, I know, it sounds a lot like the American Revolution, but I'm pretty sure that's how most successful rebellions start. A bunch of people with the same idea, banding together to put it to action.
Thunders across broken ground
Longing for freedom
Fierce rebellion
Bringing down dark horizons
Giving rise to life
Sun boldly rising
Defeating the endless night
We are triumphant
Today I thought I'd take a different route than usual and do some haikus. I got inspiration for this from a daydream I've been having lately about a small rebel taskforce overthrowing a government that had kept them oppressed as prisoners for years... Yeah, I know, it sounds a lot like the American Revolution, but I'm pretty sure that's how most successful rebellions start. A bunch of people with the same idea, banding together to put it to action.
Hero
In your eyes there's a story
Of purpose and works
With purity and vision
What we really deserve
You're quiet and caring
But as brave as wild fire
With power to transform
And power to inspire
You're a soldier and a statesman
You're strong and you are wise
You live a meaning in your life
As a blessing in mortal guise
You are a golden hero
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
You live your life with everything
A man hopes to amount
I was thinking about my Grandpa when I wrote this... If you check out the "About Me" page, you'll see that I REALLY admire my Grandpa. I can't even begin to list all the admirable things he's done in his life along with the qualities he possesses that I would love to aspire to.
So this one's for you, Grandpa. Keep up the great work in everything you do!
Of purpose and works
With purity and vision
What we really deserve
You're quiet and caring
But as brave as wild fire
With power to transform
And power to inspire
You're a soldier and a statesman
You're strong and you are wise
You live a meaning in your life
As a blessing in mortal guise
You are a golden hero
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
You live your life with everything
A man hopes to amount
I was thinking about my Grandpa when I wrote this... If you check out the "About Me" page, you'll see that I REALLY admire my Grandpa. I can't even begin to list all the admirable things he's done in his life along with the qualities he possesses that I would love to aspire to.
So this one's for you, Grandpa. Keep up the great work in everything you do!
6/9/10
Freedom
Freedom courses
A beautiful stream
Through blood and soul
An endless dream
Freedom rains
Living fire from the sky
Thunder shakes the ground
Feelings never die
Freedom rings
A deep, entrancing song
Pulling us closer
Pulling us along
Freedom lives
Within the souls of all
Giving a breath of liberty
The days we answer the call
Freedom is
The power inside
Driving all
To go on in pride
This was inspired by my horse ride tonight- if you look on the "about me" page, you'll find that I'm a rider and that I LOVE it. I don't own a horse, but I lease one named Missy. Well, I rode Missy tonight and it went great, so I figured I write about what I feel when I'm riding on her: freedom. That's kind of obvious, depending on the poem, but it's true. The only word I can use to describe how I feel on that horse's back is free.
A beautiful stream
Through blood and soul
An endless dream
Freedom rains
Living fire from the sky
Thunder shakes the ground
Feelings never die
Freedom rings
A deep, entrancing song
Pulling us closer
Pulling us along
Freedom lives
Within the souls of all
Giving a breath of liberty
The days we answer the call
Freedom is
The power inside
Driving all
To go on in pride
This was inspired by my horse ride tonight- if you look on the "about me" page, you'll find that I'm a rider and that I LOVE it. I don't own a horse, but I lease one named Missy. Well, I rode Missy tonight and it went great, so I figured I write about what I feel when I'm riding on her: freedom. That's kind of obvious, depending on the poem, but it's true. The only word I can use to describe how I feel on that horse's back is free.
6/1/10
The Storm
Lightning strikes the earth
Fire blazes up amidst the pouring rain
Thunder crashes through the black sky
Filling the night with a powerful heartbeat
A storm as thick as honey
Blazed a wall across the land
The air is warm and wet
But its heart is cold and bitter
Lightning strikes with a flash of fury
It ignites the land with its livid fire
The thunder rolls with booms of power
Exercising ravenous ambition
Wind whistles with foreboding
Telling away the light
Rain falls unceasing
Its everlasting hiss bearing up the storm
Elements swarm
Destroying in their fury
At the precise moment
When hope begins to flee
Light breaks into dawn
The black clouds wither
The thunder silences
The lightning hesitates
The wind takes flight
And with it goes the rain
The everlasting darkness
Now ceases to last
The unending rain
Now ends with the rest
This malevolent storm
Now retreats in haste
In fear of the light
Casting it down once more
Alright, I have NO IDEA where that poem came from. I haven't worked on my short story since yesterday and I had instrumental music on in the background. (Lyrics inspire me.) So I think this means I might actually climb out of the rut and give a non-routine back story this time! But of course, when I get the chance, there's no story behind the poem. Yeah, that figures. So, this came out of NOWHERE. I can see now how it relates to my personal values, but that was my subconscious talking. I also (involuntarily) added my religious standpoints in here- metaphorically, of course. This comes out as being the story how God will always conquer evil in the world and heaven will always triumph in the end.
Ha! So I guess I have to try this "impromptu" thing again. That was probably the first time I had to decipher my own poem, so I don't know if it's my subconscious writing this like I think it is, or if it's just the fact that I was supposed to go to bed twenty minutes ago.
Fire blazes up amidst the pouring rain
Thunder crashes through the black sky
Filling the night with a powerful heartbeat
A storm as thick as honey
Blazed a wall across the land
The air is warm and wet
But its heart is cold and bitter
Lightning strikes with a flash of fury
It ignites the land with its livid fire
The thunder rolls with booms of power
Exercising ravenous ambition
Wind whistles with foreboding
Telling away the light
Rain falls unceasing
Its everlasting hiss bearing up the storm
Elements swarm
Destroying in their fury
At the precise moment
When hope begins to flee
Light breaks into dawn
The black clouds wither
The thunder silences
The lightning hesitates
The wind takes flight
And with it goes the rain
The everlasting darkness
Now ceases to last
The unending rain
Now ends with the rest
This malevolent storm
Now retreats in haste
In fear of the light
Casting it down once more
Alright, I have NO IDEA where that poem came from. I haven't worked on my short story since yesterday and I had instrumental music on in the background. (Lyrics inspire me.) So I think this means I might actually climb out of the rut and give a non-routine back story this time! But of course, when I get the chance, there's no story behind the poem. Yeah, that figures. So, this came out of NOWHERE. I can see now how it relates to my personal values, but that was my subconscious talking. I also (involuntarily) added my religious standpoints in here- metaphorically, of course. This comes out as being the story how God will always conquer evil in the world and heaven will always triumph in the end.
Ha! So I guess I have to try this "impromptu" thing again. That was probably the first time I had to decipher my own poem, so I don't know if it's my subconscious writing this like I think it is, or if it's just the fact that I was supposed to go to bed twenty minutes ago.
5/31/10
Overcoming
In the heat of the battle
Behind the corner of every last eye
Tired and empty
No one sees her cry
Through the tears she fights
In this unending war
What gets her through, the courage
That burns deep inside of her
He watches from the sidelines
Longing to fight with someone so strong
Within him admiration
Of the young girl pushing on
She sees him waiting also
She prays he'll come to aid
A front of strength and courage
But deep down she's afraid
He sighs and goes to join her
She sighs and fronts once more
They end the fight together
For victory they long for
A perfect team is what they make
Her pain is gone for good
His shyness seemed to fly away
As in the end both would
I got this one from a song and my short story... All these poems are beginning to do that. But this is about the characters in that one.
So I think we're starting to see a common pattern here- inspired by one of my stories and some song, and about a character in the story that inspired it (Or in this case, two). Yeah, I know, it's repetative. I'm not a huge fan of routine things, trust me, but try writing a poem AND a story behind it, especially when the story behind it is ALWAYS the same, and make both interesting. The poem's the meat in the whole thing, the most important part, so I'll generally focus all my energy on that. If you don't like it, I'm not going to do a "roses are red, violets are blue" thing just so I can have a good explanation, so don't get your hopes up.
But anyway, I do like this one, because it's one of the few that clearly tells a story. They all tell somewhat of one, but most just convey an idea.
Behind the corner of every last eye
Tired and empty
No one sees her cry
Through the tears she fights
In this unending war
What gets her through, the courage
That burns deep inside of her
He watches from the sidelines
Longing to fight with someone so strong
Within him admiration
Of the young girl pushing on
She sees him waiting also
She prays he'll come to aid
A front of strength and courage
But deep down she's afraid
He sighs and goes to join her
She sighs and fronts once more
They end the fight together
For victory they long for
A perfect team is what they make
Her pain is gone for good
His shyness seemed to fly away
As in the end both would
I got this one from a song and my short story... All these poems are beginning to do that. But this is about the characters in that one.
So I think we're starting to see a common pattern here- inspired by one of my stories and some song, and about a character in the story that inspired it (Or in this case, two). Yeah, I know, it's repetative. I'm not a huge fan of routine things, trust me, but try writing a poem AND a story behind it, especially when the story behind it is ALWAYS the same, and make both interesting. The poem's the meat in the whole thing, the most important part, so I'll generally focus all my energy on that. If you don't like it, I'm not going to do a "roses are red, violets are blue" thing just so I can have a good explanation, so don't get your hopes up.
But anyway, I do like this one, because it's one of the few that clearly tells a story. They all tell somewhat of one, but most just convey an idea.
5/29/10
Transformation
Pride burns deep as blood
Strong as cold fire
A mask of a harder life
Forced satisfaction from hidden rage
The past hurts the most
A heart so broken, so black
It takes one to rebuild
What was only deeper
No acceptance
To change nor relief
Chastisement from the wiser
Helpless to help
Journey out
Weary feet pull a soul from under
Eyes fixed on the horizon
A fear of deeper emotion
Bloodshed draws compassion
In new life and sacrifice
The love within fire
The true strength within others' lives
A scarred past
Leaves a distant echo
Faded shadows of long lost
Still prey on the bitter abhorrence
But truth overcoming
The cold fire extinguished
True pride and strength stand prevailed
And a brilliant heart remains after reconciliation
I drew inspiration for this one from a story, but not my short story. It is one of mine, but it's currently 50 pages and I'm not even a third of the way done yet, so, in my mind, that wouldn't qualify as "short." But anyway, it's about the internal struggle within one of the main characters. There's two main characters, and having the joint protagonists lets me relay two conflicts, one internal and one external, to execute through each one.
Oh, and if you had no idea what I just said, that's okay, because I'm running high on literary device terms that I've been studying for my reading final. I have a tendency to do that...
5/23/10
In Her Eyes
In her eyes I'm a leader
I'm fearless and strong
I'll stand by through anything
And I can't do wrong.
The beautiful innocence
In which she sees me
Is something to strive for
To aspire to be.
I know it's not possible
To rise all the way
To as high as she sees me
Try as I may
But holding her hand
I'm given a home
A haven for refuge
I'm never alone.
She ceases to realize
Where she stands from my view
Her abundance of gifts
That always shines through
In my eyes she is beautiful
She's innocent but strong
She'll get me through anything
And keep me from wrong.
This one was inspired by a weekend I spent with my little cousin. It was a great experience to spend so much time with her, we had a lot of fun. I also was able to draw a poem out of it, so anything I'm able to do that with, I consider a success, especially when it involves having as much fun with loved ones like I did.
I'm fearless and strong
I'll stand by through anything
And I can't do wrong.
The beautiful innocence
In which she sees me
Is something to strive for
To aspire to be.
I know it's not possible
To rise all the way
To as high as she sees me
Try as I may
But holding her hand
I'm given a home
A haven for refuge
I'm never alone.
She ceases to realize
Where she stands from my view
Her abundance of gifts
That always shines through
In my eyes she is beautiful
She's innocent but strong
She'll get me through anything
And keep me from wrong.
This one was inspired by a weekend I spent with my little cousin. It was a great experience to spend so much time with her, we had a lot of fun. I also was able to draw a poem out of it, so anything I'm able to do that with, I consider a success, especially when it involves having as much fun with loved ones like I did.
Forever Will Be
A hand out the window
A dream of the day
A better tomorrow
The freedom at bay.
A heart in the mist
A hazy ideal
But forever so longing
For what you can't feel.
Your sight is a refuge
From what right now stands
A beacon to guide
Pining hearts, souls and hands.
In the end we will capture
The treasure we chase
The so longed for freedom
From the tumiol we face
On that final day
We'll stand strong and free
The life that we fought for
And forever will be.
Yep, I'm back! Back to writing about FREEDOM!!!! (And other cool stuff like that.) My short story that inspires a lot of my poems took a turn for the free, victorious, better. I was listening to a great song called "Sound the Bugle" and it put freedom on my brain too. So yeah, short story and song inspired this. Surprise, surprise.
A dream of the day
A better tomorrow
The freedom at bay.
A heart in the mist
A hazy ideal
But forever so longing
For what you can't feel.
Your sight is a refuge
From what right now stands
A beacon to guide
Pining hearts, souls and hands.
In the end we will capture
The treasure we chase
The so longed for freedom
From the tumiol we face
On that final day
We'll stand strong and free
The life that we fought for
And forever will be.
Yep, I'm back! Back to writing about FREEDOM!!!! (And other cool stuff like that.) My short story that inspires a lot of my poems took a turn for the free, victorious, better. I was listening to a great song called "Sound the Bugle" and it put freedom on my brain too. So yeah, short story and song inspired this. Surprise, surprise.
5/20/10
Eyes, Hands, and Hearts
In a flash of starry eyes
A held hand,
A close bond,
Descends something greater.
A challenge of mind,
A challenge of strength,
A challenge of heart.
Stars in their eyes turn to fire,
An intelligent passion,
A cunning drive,
Thinking as one.
Two hands are held tighter,
In fear of loss,
But in joining of strength,
Empowered together.
And the bond grows closer,
With the force deep within,
And knowing triumph is near,
They stand together.
Two stand up
To the fury before them
Eye to eye
Hand in hand
Hearts as one.
Yeah, I admit it, this one is a little gushy for my style, but it isn't just about love, so you gotta give me some credit. I actually had inspiration for this one, so there's actually an excuse this time. Ha!
But seriously, I accredit a short story I was writing for throwing some romance in there and putting it on my mind. It has a war in it too, and that's really the main focus, but this little section of it was more focused on...
Um...
That part.
Hey, poets gotta branch out sometime, I suppose. But I'm not losing my other values in there either. This will be the gushiest it will get.
A held hand,
A close bond,
Descends something greater.
A challenge of mind,
A challenge of strength,
A challenge of heart.
Stars in their eyes turn to fire,
An intelligent passion,
A cunning drive,
Thinking as one.
Two hands are held tighter,
In fear of loss,
But in joining of strength,
Empowered together.
And the bond grows closer,
With the force deep within,
And knowing triumph is near,
They stand together.
Two stand up
To the fury before them
Eye to eye
Hand in hand
Hearts as one.
Yeah, I admit it, this one is a little gushy for my style, but it isn't just about love, so you gotta give me some credit. I actually had inspiration for this one, so there's actually an excuse this time. Ha!
But seriously, I accredit a short story I was writing for throwing some romance in there and putting it on my mind. It has a war in it too, and that's really the main focus, but this little section of it was more focused on...
Um...
That part.
Hey, poets gotta branch out sometime, I suppose. But I'm not losing my other values in there either. This will be the gushiest it will get.
5/18/10
Dreaming
With dreams and hopes among us,
To everything we can amount
The only thing we need is trust
In the fire that pushed us out.
Reaching for ambitions,
Never accepting defeat.
Every step, part of our mission
And the challenges we meet.
The odds all overcoming
We push onto it with pride
And with our hearts' steady drumming
We come nearer with every stride.
Crazy visions, crazy dreams,
Too bold for us are none
We keep on with our crazy schemes
So we can say we won.
For the record, the every-other-line-rhyming was REALLY hard to do, so you're probably not gonna see it again. And I don't know where I got the idea or what inspired it... It was one of those that was just spur of the moment, I suppose.
To everything we can amount
The only thing we need is trust
In the fire that pushed us out.
Reaching for ambitions,
Never accepting defeat.
Every step, part of our mission
And the challenges we meet.
The odds all overcoming
We push onto it with pride
And with our hearts' steady drumming
We come nearer with every stride.
Crazy visions, crazy dreams,
Too bold for us are none
We keep on with our crazy schemes
So we can say we won.
For the record, the every-other-line-rhyming was REALLY hard to do, so you're probably not gonna see it again. And I don't know where I got the idea or what inspired it... It was one of those that was just spur of the moment, I suppose.
Sacrifice
You go and face a million others
Who all seem to want you gone
Ignore the hisses and the jeers
As weary feet drag on.
You're hurt and you are wounded
In spite of all the rest
Who spit upon your path
And heckle with detest.
You stand upon your deathbed
Or at least what it could be
And face your end unwavering
Because that's what it takes to be free.
In the end you stand as sacrifice
For people just like you
Who simply can't be brave enough
To do the things you do.
But after all the pain
A voice sounds deep inside
There is no greater love
That in one could abide
A sacrifice for all you were
And all that you could give
Many will mourn, many will cry
But in the end you live.
This one has a double meaning- Praise for everyone who has given their lives for someone at some point and the courage it takes to do that, and detailing a more specific case, what Jesus went through to save all of us. That's really all I have to say about this poem.
Who all seem to want you gone
Ignore the hisses and the jeers
As weary feet drag on.
You're hurt and you are wounded
In spite of all the rest
Who spit upon your path
And heckle with detest.
You stand upon your deathbed
Or at least what it could be
And face your end unwavering
Because that's what it takes to be free.
In the end you stand as sacrifice
For people just like you
Who simply can't be brave enough
To do the things you do.
But after all the pain
A voice sounds deep inside
There is no greater love
That in one could abide
A sacrifice for all you were
And all that you could give
Many will mourn, many will cry
But in the end you live.
This one has a double meaning- Praise for everyone who has given their lives for someone at some point and the courage it takes to do that, and detailing a more specific case, what Jesus went through to save all of us. That's really all I have to say about this poem.
5/17/10
All For Independence
It all started there
A man with a quill
A dream of freedom
In the midst of what looked endless
Many long days
He sat there writing
His opinion of what should be
And what we were becoming
Fifty-six signatures
Seconded his beliefs
Future leaders
Powerful politicians
Men of all thirteen lands
July Fourth, 1776
The day we decided
After years of fighting
That freedom was ours.
The declaration rang out
Across all of America
Letting all of our enemies know
We had already won.
It gave us the Revolution
A day glorious, proud, and free
On which we would stand
As a free nation.
I got my inspiration for this one from the Declaration of Independence. (That's kind of obvious.) But really, I admire the courage of Thomas Jefferson, possibly the greatest author who ever lived. It takes a lot of talent to be able to write THAT, I can tell you first hand that these poems aren't easy, let alone a document saying: "Hey, British, we're not under your control anymore, so go back to the mainland." That takes skill and courage, especially not to put it so blunt outright like I did.
A man with a quill
A dream of freedom
In the midst of what looked endless
Many long days
He sat there writing
His opinion of what should be
And what we were becoming
Fifty-six signatures
Seconded his beliefs
Future leaders
Powerful politicians
Men of all thirteen lands
July Fourth, 1776
The day we decided
After years of fighting
That freedom was ours.
The declaration rang out
Across all of America
Letting all of our enemies know
We had already won.
It gave us the Revolution
A day glorious, proud, and free
On which we would stand
As a free nation.
I got my inspiration for this one from the Declaration of Independence. (That's kind of obvious.) But really, I admire the courage of Thomas Jefferson, possibly the greatest author who ever lived. It takes a lot of talent to be able to write THAT, I can tell you first hand that these poems aren't easy, let alone a document saying: "Hey, British, we're not under your control anymore, so go back to the mainland." That takes skill and courage, especially not to put it so blunt outright like I did.
5/10/10
For The Soldiers
As you choose to be brave
To go out for all
To run such a risk
As your life.
Only by surviving
Will we triumph
When tooth and nail
Only get us so far.
There are those safe at home
Depending on your fruit
To keep them
From deeper threats.
So stand up
Stick it out
Because your nation
Depends on you.
Be brave for us.
Become those of triumph.
Because you will always trimumph
If you never give in.
I didn't have much inspiration for this one... I guess it just came to me. But it's for the soldiers in the Middle East.
You guys are heroes. Keep pushing for us, even those who don't appreciate it, because they will in the end, when they can go to bed at night and know they're safe.
To go out for all
To run such a risk
As your life.
Only by surviving
Will we triumph
When tooth and nail
Only get us so far.
There are those safe at home
Depending on your fruit
To keep them
From deeper threats.
So stand up
Stick it out
Because your nation
Depends on you.
Be brave for us.
Become those of triumph.
Because you will always trimumph
If you never give in.
I didn't have much inspiration for this one... I guess it just came to me. But it's for the soldiers in the Middle East.
You guys are heroes. Keep pushing for us, even those who don't appreciate it, because they will in the end, when they can go to bed at night and know they're safe.
5/9/10
Victory's Song
We have been battered by constant fighting,
We have been stricken by constant defeat.
Our trust in our comrades the only thing that gets us through.
Our perseverance our power,
Our intelligence our strength.
I can see the dim light leading the way.
A beacon we can follow to our fate.
We shall stand as triumph has its day,
Proud as the champions on a victorious night.
We'll win because of our refusal to submit.
We'll triumph in the end because we have more on the line.
They fight for money and power.
We fight for freedom, our lives.
We might be outnumbered,
Outsized,
But never outmatched,
Because in the end,
Our desire for freedom,
For safety,
Drives us.
I was inspired for this by a Taylor Swift's song, Change, and watching a documentary on the Revolutionary War. Weird combo to inspire a poem, but it turned out okay, I think.
We have been stricken by constant defeat.
Our trust in our comrades the only thing that gets us through.
Our perseverance our power,
Our intelligence our strength.
I can see the dim light leading the way.
A beacon we can follow to our fate.
We shall stand as triumph has its day,
Proud as the champions on a victorious night.
We'll win because of our refusal to submit.
We'll triumph in the end because we have more on the line.
They fight for money and power.
We fight for freedom, our lives.
We might be outnumbered,
Outsized,
But never outmatched,
Because in the end,
Our desire for freedom,
For safety,
Drives us.
I was inspired for this by a Taylor Swift's song, Change, and watching a documentary on the Revolutionary War. Weird combo to inspire a poem, but it turned out okay, I think.
The Internal War
In the midst of a firestorm,
Two sides wanting the kill,
Fight for each other's death.
War has left me scarred,
But empowered as well.
Living in the shadows of those before me,
I push on with the fight.
Thousands fall at my hand,
And the hands of those around me.
I don't like killing,
But sometimes it's necessary.
The line between friend and foe blurs.
I'm unsure which hand to hold,
When trust could cost you your life.
And when distrust could cost you the lives of others.
I'm forced not to get close to anyone,
For any day can be their death,
For any day they can betray you,
And I struggle with the weakness
That binds me to others.
In the midst of a firestorm,
Both of us wanting the kill,
We fight for each other's death,
And the lives of those beside us.
The lives of those we love.
I was inspired for this one while writing a short story about a war. This is what I meant on that sidebar- I touch on love a bit, but nothing gushy.
Two sides wanting the kill,
Fight for each other's death.
War has left me scarred,
But empowered as well.
Living in the shadows of those before me,
I push on with the fight.
Thousands fall at my hand,
And the hands of those around me.
I don't like killing,
But sometimes it's necessary.
The line between friend and foe blurs.
I'm unsure which hand to hold,
When trust could cost you your life.
And when distrust could cost you the lives of others.
I'm forced not to get close to anyone,
For any day can be their death,
For any day they can betray you,
And I struggle with the weakness
That binds me to others.
In the midst of a firestorm,
Both of us wanting the kill,
We fight for each other's death,
And the lives of those beside us.
The lives of those we love.
I was inspired for this one while writing a short story about a war. This is what I meant on that sidebar- I touch on love a bit, but nothing gushy.
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