World of Dreams

You can stand before thousands
Singing with a voice like breathy clouds
Play a melody like earth has not beheld
Dance like the wind lights your steps
Speak with power and might.

Or you can fade into history
Unnamed, like the whispering wind that fades.
Unknown, like the little stray cat.
Fragile, like the butterfly that flits around your head
Fading, like the wildflowers that wilt in your arms.

But my dream is for this,
To fade away into history,
But like the wind, tickle a hair to draw a laugh
But like the little cat, bring comfort when tears flow down
But like the butterfly, spark curiosity
But like the wildflowers, bring joy for their brightness.

Seasons

Little birds
Chirping from their little nests.
Blossoms and flowers
Everywhere.
All things are new.

Little children
Laughing in their little swings.
Growth and life
Everywhere.
All things are growing.

Little leaves
Fall from their little trees.
Colors and beauty
Everywhere.
All things are changing.

Little icicles
Drip from their little eaves.
Crisp and cold
Everywhere.
All things are bright.

Time

Tick, tock,
Tick, tock.
Hours, minutes, seconds,
Fly by like a flash.
Tock, tick,
Tock, tick,
Why must time keep marching
Its never ending march?

I Wonder

I wonder at the oak so tall.

How did you get to be
So tall?
    So tall?
So tall?
I wonder at the rose so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
  So red?
So red?
I wonder at the grass so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


I wonder at that hand so long.
How did you get to be
So long?
So long?
So long?
I wonder at those lips so red.
How did you get to be
So red?
So red?
So red?
I wonder at these eyes so green.
How did you get to be
So green?
So green?
So green?


The oak wonders at me so small.
How did you get to be
So small?
So small?
So small?
The rose wonders at me so frail.
How did you get to be
So frail?
So frail?
So frail?
The the grass wonders at me so pale.
How did you get to be
So pale?
So pale?
So pale?


God looks at me so small
I made you to be
So small.
So small.
So small.
God looks at me so frail.
I made you to be
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.
God looks at me so pale.
I made you to be
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.


And God looks at that hand so long.
I made it to be
So long.
So long.
So long.
And God looks at those lips so red.
I made them to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And God looks at these eyes so green.
I made them to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


And I smile at the oak so tall.
I know how you get to be
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
And I smile at the rose so red.
I know how you get to be
So red.
So red.
So red.
And I smile at the grass so green.
I know how to you get to be
So green.
So green.
So green.


Though I know not how.
God made the oak
So tall.
So tall.
So tall.
Though I know not how.
God made my hand
So long.
So long.
So long.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So small.
So small.
So small.


Though I know not how
God made the rose
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made my lips
So red.
So red.
So red.
Though I know not how.
God made me
So frail.
So frail.
So frail.


Though I know not how.
God made the grass
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how.
God made my eyes
So green.
So green.
So green.
Though I know not how
God made me
So pale.
So pale.
So pale.

Lost Truth

Follow the trail of time

Civilizations rise and fall

Past, present, and future.

But the rush of Life 

Fades now.

Past it was a river

Wider than a lake.

Present is a stream

But too wide to cross.

What of our future?

A trickle, a ditch.

Step across.

It's just a slight jump.

The Truth has slipped

Through our fingers,

And those who believe

Are few.

Will we reclaim?

Will we see?

It is lost in the flow

Of our mysterious future.

Sing Like the Bird

We shall sing like the bird

And cry like the wind.

Our hearts laugh as one

And their song brings life.

We are a chord,

Apart we are incomplete

Together we are full.

The world is calling

We must go to her.

There are those whose hearts are broken

And we must heal them.

Our song shall make them whole

Our hearts' laughter, fill them.

The cry of our mourning will never be heard

For we only grieve for others.

When shall we ever give thought to ourselves?

Christmas

I love Christmas. So (surprise) I wrote a poem about it. I hope you enjoy it! :)

Away in a manger,

Emmanuel has come.

Carols are sung, 

The cold winter air,

Whistles through coats.

Trees are decorated,

Lights are hung.

Gifts are wrapped,

With utmost care.

Eyes are bright,

With anticipation,

Of presents gifted

And gifts presented.

The birthday of the King,

All is made new.

Days of the Year

I was informed that today was Poetry Day, so I thought I would write a short poem. :)

Days of the year

Fly by so fast.

Everything goes

Like wind in the grass.

Days of the year,

Gone like a flash.

Why must we rush them?

Slow down and relax.

Books

Works of art rest on works of art,

Carvings frame rows upon rows of new worlds.

So beautiful, so untouched,

Are these inky worlds.


But how,

If left in this manner,

Will new worlds be discovered?

If no one reads them,

How can one be inspired by them?


Works of art

Become a resting place for minuscule remains,

Of a life gone by,

When works of art were devoured,

With a passion, and yet,

A delicacy, fitting of nobility.


What is this beauty,

If not to call?

What means this world,

If not to inspire?

What do we truly gain,

By losing ourselves?

Do You Ever Wonder

Do you ever ponder

Upon the wonder

And the glory of a child

So innocent and sweet

But still so wild?

 

 

Do you ever sing

And soar away on the wing

Of songs and light?

Do you glory in the passion

Of music pure and bright?

 

 

Do you ever run?

Do you glory in the sun?

In wide meadows do you play?

Through forests do you wander?

Can you hear what the waves must say?

 

 

Have you ever laughed

Laughed when you were caught

In the warm embrace of air?

Did you sing and play and wonder

As it teased you, and blew your hair?

 

 

So sing and play like the child

Let the wind and air make your hair wild

Stop and glory in the warm sunlight

Lift up your voice, fly away on the wings of beautiful song

And through the meadows and forests of your life, run with all your might!

 

Do you ever stop and look around at your surroundings? Do you ever think about how adorable that toddler in the store is? Do you ever stop and really listen to music? Do you thank the wind for messing up your clothes or perfectly styled hair? That is what this poem is about. It’s about stopping and looking at the beautiful world God gave us. It’s about being thankful for the little things, like wind and rain and trees. It’s being thankful for beautiful hummingbirds drinking from the feeder outside your window, and in the same thought, being thankful for the cat (or dog) that demands all of your attention every second. I don’t typically have very serious poems, but this one is  and I want you to think about it. Stop for a minute and just breath! See how beautiful this world can be!

Thunderstorm

Here’s another poem that I wrote for school.

The wind whispered a tale to me,

But, alas I could not comprehend.

 

The rain slapped me in the face,

But I was like a tree, motionless.

 

The flower swirled around my feet,

But I was a strong pole of sturdy oak.

 

The sun broke through the shrouding clouds,

And with glorious triumph I saw,

The evergoing road that was my home.

A Winter Evening

Here is a poem that I wrote for fun. Please enjoy!!

A winter evening is a cheerful, crackling fire

And at its very mention,

Family and stories spring

Ever and anon into my head.

 

A winter evening is blankets and stuffies,

Hot cider and salty popcorn

Daddy is reading and all is at peace.

 

This is my tale of a winter’s eve

So hasten to the fire

And maybe bring some popcorn

As we dream of a winter evening.

The Miracles of This World

I often ponder the miracles of this world;

How the sun doth rise to glory

Arcing over us, from east to west it races.

How the eagles soar

And how dedicated to each other.

The purring of a soft cat

As loving claws insert and green eyes plead.

The beauty of the bending tree

In gusts of wind so ferocious.

The way of a dog with its master,

His viciousness at any invaders.

And how they happen I cannot say,

But I praise God for these wonders.

The Child’s World

The child, he glimpsed the oak so tall

Majestic, it towered over mankind.

Rain fell in his eyes,

Pure and sweet.

Briars and roses,

Pricked and pulled, inviting him in.

But he ran on with the wind in his face,

To the giant blanket of gold,

Of golden dandelions,

That shook and waved in whirls of refreshing wind.