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These are my poems, all of them!!! Some are long (like the second one), some are short, some are fun, crazy, sad, happy, wistful, and just plain weird. Some rhyme, and some don't. So have fun looking through them!
Arwen
(This is a Quenya poem I wrote)
Ai taura Quendi,
Le mela ner,
Mal ontarolya umlerya le.
Le autuva Elessar?
Le autuva Endor?
Uva, le autuva coalya
An firima coila as ner,
Mal na aran.
Mire na melya.
Le nar orta or ilya
An sina, sina aute
Quentalya. Ar le
Nauva mane, ten
Melas le at.
(English translation)
Oh mighty Elf-woman,
You love (a) man,
But your father won’t let you.
Will you forsake Elessar?
Will you leave Endor?
No, you will forsake your home
For mortal life with (a) man,
Even though he is (a) king.
(A) jewel is (proof of) your love.
You are honored above all.
For this, this forsaking
Of your history. And you
Will be rewarded, for
He loves you back.
Liberty
Liberty means we’re free, but was not easy to attain;
It cost many lives for freedom to gain.
Because people fought, we can worship freely:
Evangelical Free, Baptist, and others, really!
Rough times, future, present, and past,
Today terrorists attack, but we strike back fast!
Young and old need to thank God for our liberty vast.
The Little Ladybug
The ladybug scampered across the ground;
She stopped when she heard a very strange sound.
“What was that”, the ladybug thought;
She dropped all the stuff she had just bought,
The sound sounded very, very scary,
And yet sounded sort of airy.
The ladybug scampered across the ground,
This time to escape from the very strange sound.
The ladybug ran into a bog,
And decided to hide underneath a log.
Underneath the log the sound was there;
It gave her quite a scare.
Now she could feel something push her;
She was going to die, she was sure.
She tried to fly in the air,
But found the pushing even worse there.
She couldn’t escape the sound or the push;
She was going to be turned into bug mush!
The ladybug spotted a bee;
It was very tired, she could see.
The ladybug flew down to that bug;
Now the thing changed from push to tug.
The little bee started to float away,
But to the bee, the ladybug saved the day.
The ladybug grabbed the bee’s little feet,
And carried him over to a clump of wheat.
“Thank you,” the little bee said;
“Now I can go to bed.”
“Where is your home,” the ladybug asked.
“It is next to the home of the animal that’s masked.”
The ladybug said, “Goodbye, goodbye.
I must go back to my home in the rye.”
The thing that made her so bugged
Still pushed and tugged.
When she got back to her home in the rye,
She all of a sudden saw a house fly.
The ladybug asked, “What is the thing that pushes and tugs?”
The fly said, “It is the wind, which frightens little bugs.”
The ladybug thanked the fly very much,
And the fly flew back to his home with a family that’s Dutch.
The ladybug had a lot to think about;
She wasn’t done thinking when she heard a shout.
“Something must’ve happened,” the ladybug thought.
She opened the door and in rushed her friend, Dot.
Dot said, “Drops of water are falling from the sky,
And the sky is now gray. I wonder why.
A river of water is rushing toward this field;
Your home wouldn’t survive even if it were tightly sealed.
Come with me to the raccoon’s home in the tree.
We’ll be safe there with the raccoon’s wife Dee.”
To this the little ladybug agreed,
And on the way there she took the lead.
Lo and behold! at Dee’s house,
There was the bee, the fly, and a mouse!
“We all ran here, when we saw the flood.
It will turn everything into mud!”
This was the mouse speaking,
Who himself a safe place had also been seeking.
“My name is Ro, and I am gray,
Never forget that night and day.
For if you need help,
‘Gray Ro’ is what you should yelp.
My son, Ro, is mischievous and black,
So when he’s around don’t ever turn your back.
My father, whose name is also Ro,
Is white, but also as calm as a doe.
So remember that your helper is gray,
And that I live in the hay.”
The ladybug and all her friends
Said thank you to the mouse whose help he gladly lends.
The ladybug was surprised to see
Her friends the fly and the bee.
She asked the fly why he wasn’t with the family that’s Dutch,
And he said he “got lost, such is such.”
The bee had taken a nap;
He had slept under a cap.
Suddenly they all heard a big boom,
And it echoed around the room.
They all gave a shriek;
It sounded like “eek!”
Dee jumped on a stump that was a chair,
And the ladybug stayed near there.
They were all scared stiff, including Ro;
He was straight as a hunter’s arrow!
There was a flash, and another,
They all huddled together.
There were booms, and a whistling and roaring,
The sky was green and rain was pouring!
The little ladybug saw a cone,
And she let out a low moan.
The cone was destroying everything in its path,
It looked like it was full of wrath.
Dee’s husband had come back to the tree,
And he said, “Please pray, I ask of thee!”
To which the ladybug said,
“Dear God, please don’t make us become dead!
I don’t know what that cone is,
But please make it stop its whiz.
You are our Creator holy,
Only you can stop this weather fully.”
All the others were praying fiercely,
When suddenly it hit them all quickly.
The cone was gone!
Before them was a clear, new dawn!
The flood had washed away their homes,
But they were as happy as little gnomes.
Ro said, “I can get a home in the woods,
I can live underneath some dogwoods.”
Dee said, “Dot and the ladybug can live with us.
The bee can live on a nearby bulrush.”
The ladybug said, “Aren’t we forgetting something?
We must thank the Lord Jesus, our king!
He saved us from death!”
Then she thanked Him in one big breath.
The rest all prayed to their Lord,
And after a while, Dee kept them from getting bored.
“Let’s have some tea,”
Said the raccoon’s wife Dee.
She then served them tea:
Ro, Dot, the fly, the ladybug, and the bee.
The raccoon and his wife
Spread jam on scones with a knife.
The little party ate up the scones,
Then contentedly let out sighs and moans.
Ro, the fly, and the bee,
Said, “Later you we will see.”
They then took their leave,
Saying, “We will return tomorrow’s eve.”
Later that day the ladybug said,
“I’m very tired; I’m going to bed.”
She was glad the raccoons let her stay;
And to God a thankful prayer she prayed.
She would never forget the very bad storm,
And in God’s care and love, she felt very warm.
Thunder Calls
As the clouds open up,
And the rain falls,
I sit in my room
Thinking about thunder calls.
The lightning flashes,
The rain rapidly falls,
But as I sit in my room,
All I can think about are thunder calls.
The roars of thunder
Seem not to be bowling balls,
Nor just sounds following lightning
But booming thunder calls.
Thunder the couriers;
Clouds tell them all.
For clouds send messages,
Using thunder calls.
Rain is the crop of the clouds poured out
To clean the air and make things grow tall.
It cleans the air so thunder sees lightning,
And knows where to make thunder calls.
And as I sit on my bed,
Amongst all the dolls,
I see lightning and hear thunder
And wish I could understand thunder calls.
Frozen Stars
(my first try on this kind of poem)
Moonlight falls on my face;
I’m standing alone in the cold snow.
All is silent
As wind rustles the few trees.
Last rags of snow clouds
Scuttle across the
Moon and sky.
I look at the cold snow,
Stuck
In time and space.
They are trapped
In drifts, only
Freed by wind.
I realize
As moon makes
Them sparkle
They are
Frozen, fallen stars
Caught in this world.
A bit of beauty
For us to enjoy.
The Night Sky
The stars shine so brightly,
Twinkling and laughing lightly.
Look through the telescope and see
Nebulae, planets, and perhaps a galaxy.
No end to the universe above,
And God created it all with love.
The Omega Nebula has one of God’s names.
See Revelation 22:13 for another name.
A nebula that looks like heaven is Orion,
And heaven’s where Christians go when they’re done dyin’.
The inner planets are Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars,
But Earth is the only one where there’s men and cars.
God made Earth as a life support system;
No other planet can we live on, as it was ordained by Him.
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune;
These four outer planets have at least one moon,
And they also have at least one ring around ‘em.
The last and littlest planet is Pluto, a cold blue gem.
When you look up next at the clear night sky,
Remember in awe our Lord God on high.
The Flower
As a flower buds
And is newborn,
So it is with one girl.
A fragile babe
Born onto terrestr’l earth
Could be blown away
By a fragile wind.
The flower begins to open
Its radiant petals;
The babe grows into childhood,
Her beauty in her innocence.
The petals open further
Revealing some more beauty.
The child begins to develop,
And is maturing.
The flower opens completely;
Its young, fresh beauty astonishing.
The young woman’s loveliness
Isn’t marred by
Unnecessary cares.
She is courted, and marries
The man she loves.
But then, in the prime
Of its life, the flower
Is plucked.
The woman, trying to save
Strangers from a crashing Tower,
Dies.
Terrorists.
New York City.
The World Trade Center.
Grief.
But, though the flower
Is plucked, someone takes
It and preserves it.
Those strangers whom
The woman saved save
Her memory. Though
She is gone from this
War-torn, grief-stricken Earth,
Her memory lives on
In the strangers’ minds.
An almost-perfect example
Of One who had
Given the same for her.
She rejoices, for she
Is with Him, her Savior.
The flower is part of
The bride’s bouquet.
God’s Hand
Where do I see the
hand of God?
In the wooded hills, stark against
the blue sky.
In the bald eagle, soaring on
wings of strength.
In the babbling creek, with clear water
rushing over stones.
In the shy deer, watching intently
for unseen danger.
In the ancient pine trees, still standing
after strong storms.
In the cheerful birds, singing praise songs
to their Creator.
In the dancing stars, little lights in
a dark void.
In the ethereal moon, reflecting brightly light
not its own.
In the kingly sun, blazing in
all its brilliance.
In all humans, sinners forgiven by one nailed
to a cross.
I see God in Jesus, fully man
and fully God,
The one who created
all of nature,
The one who redeemed
all of mankind.
Orange Crayons
Red orange, yellow orange,
Macaroni and cheese orange.
Peach orange, apricot orange,
Red-hot-fiery orange.
Neon orange, sunset orange,
And delicious tangerine orange.
So many orange crayons,
With lots of different names.
But where can I find
orange orange?
Euphoria
I walk out onto
the cool, damp deck.
Dew had come in the night.
My feet feel good.
Cool air greets me as I walk
to the railing. I take
a deep breath and fill
my lungs with fresh air
smelling like growth, and dew.
Birds call their good-
mornings to each other.
Trilling songs flowing calls
abound in the fresh, new
world, seemingly coming
from the green trees.
I raise my head and
see the small, golden sun
just above the misty
horizon. It grows brighter,
so that I cannot look
at it. The rays feel warm,
like liquid gold, on my face.
The moon shines
in the blue sky;
it looks pretty,
white against blue.
The sky, still waking up
from its nightly nap,
is a still ocean
cradling two shining boats.
Everyone is still asleep,
with barely a sound of
civilization. Water laps,
crickets chirp. Birds sing.
Sun shines. Air whispers. Sky
enhances. Early morning
exists.
I am in
euphoria.
Blizzard
I stand
In a white sheet
Snow floats
Around I’m bathed
In white Wind picks
Up Snow swirls
Up from frozen
Ground Up Down
Sideways Swirling
Swirling I see
The wind whoosh
Swish Snow flies
Turn around Snow
Diagonal one way
Other way lost
Swirl Swirl Whoosh
Maze of snow The
Wind is an everchanging
Pattern Swirl Whoosh
Kisses
A kiss is sweet
As chocolate you eat,
But no kiss is sweeter than this:
The one where two pairs of lips meet.
The Dance of 50 Years
For Grandma and Grandpa, on their 50th Anniversary.
God has put two people in place:
A male and a female.
Brought together by God’s grace,
They celebrate a Dance that
They’ve Danced for 50 years.
Now crowned with wisdom and glory,
They once were two 5-year-old dears.
They lived and laughed
As they entered maturity.
They discovered anew each other,
And became Partners with love and purity.
They Danced for 25 years,
And bore 5 children precious.
And now, for 50 years, they’ve
Danced the Dance set by Jesus.
They shall Dance more years to come,
Before called to a beauteous Rest,
Where they shall be forever joyful
As they next Dance with Jesus celeste.
The Meaning of Flight
I am free
Soaring below the sun
A bird in the air
Going where I will
(Or where Dave tells me)
I have no weight
I am with the wind
Hilly around is nothing
Everything is a toy
The feeling lasts forever
I am free
My Dream
10, 9, 8, 7, 6,
Feel the rumble
5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
Feel the tension straining
(1) Shoot slowly up
In my mind’s eye.
A tug, and I wake up.
My heart is tugging,
Pulling me to that goal,
Which I am happily trapped with.
Deep desire to fly in space,
Mars is calling me.
Art
Art
Runs
There
Art
Runs
Here
Art
Rhymes
Many
Times
Art
is
ab
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Art
p i
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or a poem
Art
is
everything
“Let Me Soar”
Let me soar
On the back of the wind,
To you, Jesus,
To you.
Let me spread
My eagle’s wings to fly
To you, Jesus,
To you.
For I desire you;
I want to see you;
Oh please let me come
To you.
For you are my hope,
You are my helper,
You are my comforter;
You are mine, I am yours,
So let me come,
To you Jesus,
To you,
Ever to you.
You
I am in love with you, Jesus.
You are all I can ever think about.
I am hopelessly in love with
The only one who can fulfill me.
Through the Eyes of a Child
The sky is blue,
And the clouds white.
Come, let us run
Through the sea,
And float in the
Air. Butterflies
Wink, and birds play,
So why not? Look!
We are on a ship,
Gazing at a dolphin,
Or maybe a Sea
Serpent. Let’s climb
A dune, or perhaps a
Mountain. Life intrudes.
The sea fades into
A meadow, the mountain
Into a hill. Where is
The dolphin and Serpent?
Butterflies don’t wink,
Birds simply survive.
The nearest ship
Is miles away. Don’t
Be foolish! Life is
Hard, so don’t fancy.
But why are the
Children happy?
Hosanna
Hosanna! For Jesus is coming to reign!
Hosanna! Our praises to him we bring!
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord;
He is the King of Kings and Lord of lords,
He will reign forever in his kingdom!
Hosanna! Hosanna! He has saved us!
Creed
I believe-
in God the Father
in His holy Son Jesus
in His unchangeable Spirit
I believe-
that God the Father
gave His Son
to deliver us
I believe-
that the Son Jesus
gave His Spirit
to empower us
I believe-
I am loved
To Say Something
I’m not lyrical enough
I’m not poetical enough
I can’t form the right words
It’s there on the tip of my heart
But I have to settle for less
It’s nothing elaborate
Nothing gut-wrenching
But even though I can’t
Think of what to say
You understand my unexpressions
And they form impressions
And You lovingly answer.
Weeds
Mary, Mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your
Garden grow?
“With cockleshells,
And-“ A monster appears.
It tangles, and twists,
It crowds and destroys.
Choking! Shoving!
Killing! Pulling!
Mary, Mary,
Quite contrary,
Does your garden grow?
“No! I hack and
Whip, spray and
Pull, but never
Does it grow!
It’s dead!”
Poem
A blank
An ink
A think
A feel
A sad
A word
Is this poetry?
Frodo
Such fate has lain
On one small spirit
Eru is his guide
A quest shall start
A Ring shall end
Stars shall rejoice
Elves will dwindle
A King shall come
All is made new
Sorrow and joy stand
He leaves the land.
On the Wings of Imagination
I take off
In my dreams
I can go beyond.
Carry me
To far-off lands!
I will not return.
Dragons call,
Faeries dance,
I will sing with Elves.
The night is dark
All is quiet
Silently I fly.
No one sees
The dark shape above,
Except for adventure.
I fly quickly,
Embraced by stars,
Going ever to new places.
Home calls, and
Someday I’ll answer,
But for now I fly
On the wings of imagination.
Life
A bird cries
The wolf stops
And hears wind
Howl through the trees
One paw stays
Poised above
The soft light
Snow blanket
A twig snaps
Sending the wolf
Back into
The brush from
Where he came
His paws pad
Silently
Pushing into
The ground
His golden
Glowing eyes
Searching for the
One
Unlucky rabbit
That would be
His life-giving meal
Death for life