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.
6/17/10
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.
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