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  • #60833

    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    Hello!

    Wow, this is all great! Excellent discussion topic, @emma-starr, and a lovely poem too! For some reason, I love the idea of gasping summer air.

    @h-jones, that was a beautiful poem! The symbolism was enchanting. Great work!

    @k-a-grey, Hello, nice to meet you! I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Your poem is so good! It’s very thought-provoking. Great job!

    @i-david. Please share! I’d love to hear one of your poems (from what I have seen of you, you’re better than you give yourself credit for).

    @evelyn. I love the sweets poem. Totally relate!

    Always remember you're unique...
    ...Just like everyone else

    #60834

    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    @libby

    I wish I could hug you through the screen, Libby! I certainly will pray for you.

    Always remember you're unique...
    ...Just like everyone else

    #60835

    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    I guess I’ll throw my own poem in the fray (almost forgot!).

    Flurries

    Flurries of snow

    Bustling in the wind

    Racing frantically

    I am convinced

    You don’t know where you’re going

    But it is lovely

    To see you heading there.

    Always remember you're unique...
    ...Just like everyone else

    #61013

    K. A. Grey
    @k-a-grey

      Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

      I wrote this last night.  It’s not very Thanksgiving-ish, but then again when inspiration hits, it usually not around a holiday theme.  😉

       

      I have slivers of shivers

      slivery shivers of shivery slivers

      And it’s cold.  A bold cold reckless cold.

      A cold, cold, cold Bold

                                      Enfold.

      Sometimes pain’s like a rain.

                                     A rain of pain.

      And it hurts.  Like an ocean.

                                       Emotion.

       

      And there’s a chill fit to kill;

      there’s a bill on the window sill.

      Where’s there’s a way, there’s a will.

                                                To live.

                                                To give.

                                      To believe, to love

                                     Like a golden dove.

                             It’ll snow, but I’ll go

      where He leads.  No foe, no woe

                                       can stop me.

      ‘Cause He says, “Trust Me.” 

       

      Feel free to critique.  @kb-writer I like your poem.  Isn’t snow stunning?

      "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
      “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

      #61346

      Katherine Baker
      @kb-writer

      @k-a-grey

      I like your poem a lot! I love all the repetition in it, and I feel you got your message across very well.

      The only part I struggled with was this particular section:

      A cold, cold, cold Bold. 

                                      Enfold.

      I still can’t quite figure out what it meant (maybe that’s not a bad thing?), and overall, I feel like the beginning goes on too long. By the time we get to this line, I feel like the poem’s point is to just play with words, which clearly wasn’t your sole intent as we move into the “meat” of it.

      Maybe cut out those two lines? I feel that way I would be able to connect the shivers and the cold to the pain. That may just be me, though.

      Thanks! We had a surprise early snowfall not long ago, so I had fun writing a poem about it.

      Here’s another fairly recent poem. I created it after hearing some really hard news and meditating on the passage from Romans 8:26.

      Oh, Lord…

      At first, I don’t even cry.

      The dull pain sinks in slowly,

      for death comes too quick

      for my mind to prosses.

      I try to pray

      but I don’t have the words to say,

      so I just listen as I hear the sorrowful news.

      My mind’s an empty blur,

      and I start a prayer I don’t know how to finish:

      Oh Lord…

       

      I step outside

      and at once I learn to cry.

      The loss runs me over like a freight train

      and I can’t contain the tears.

      I realize it’s too late to say “I love you”

      or reach a loving hand and say “I care.”

      I suppose I could reach out to the family

      but I can hardly speak;

      I can only sob two incoherent words,

      Oh, Lord…

       

      Wordless, tumbling prayer

      runs through my mind,

      one I don’t understand.

      The Bible says the Spirit intercedes with groanings

      deeper than words.

      What does he hear from my blubbering voice?

      What does he glean from my trembling lips?

      He hears fathoms of thoughts with each tear,

      and as I silently sob

      the peace of His presence gives me the strength to pray:

      Oh Lord…

       

      It’s too hard to think about what this means.

      I stare mindlessly.

      I don’t even know what I see.

      The sadness reigns everywhere

      and even the sky cries in my mind.

      I whisper through the empty pain,

      Oh Lord…

       

      God himself inclines his ears

      to hear my confused prayer.

      He stoops down to listen

      and cradles me with His promises.

      I know I can hardly see

      for tears blind my eyes,

      and I know I can hardly speak

      because of sobs I try to hide,

      but God is completely focused, waiting

      to hear me cry

      my two words:

      Oh Lord,

       

      And all I pray

      as night looms,

      as I think of all that’s lost,

       as I mourn what I can’t regain,

      I pray:

      Oh Lord…

      and sob.

      And God translates the rest.

      Always remember you're unique...
      ...Just like everyone else

      #61426

      K. A. Grey
      @k-a-grey

        @kb-writer  Wow.  Your poem is awesome.  At first I thought I liked the third stanza the best, but as I kept reading it kept getting better.  “He hears fathoms of thoughts with each tear.”  That is such a beautiful thought.

        Yeah, my poem really doesn’t fit together that well.  And playing with words actually was the whole point at first… 😂  The rest kind of came after, when I added “Where there’s a way, there’s a will.”   It probably should be two different poems.

        "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
        “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

        #61577

        Libby
        @libby

        @k-a-grey @evelyn Aw, thanks you guys. <3 You don’t know how much that means to me.

        @kb-writer I felt your hug through the screen and it made me so happy. 🙂 Thank you so much. <3
        And oh my goodness – your poem “Oh Lord” is so beautiful!  Thank you, thank you, thank you for posting it!  It encouraged me so much!

        Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday.  It’s very strict, but I hope you enjoy.

        "Young people, you must pray, for your passions are strong and your wisdom is little."C.H.Spurgeon

        #63421

        Evelyn
        @evelyn

        Ah, the joy of ending NaNo and spending an afternoon leafing through old poetry. 🙂

        Here is a poem I wrote today:

         

        Sealess

        Silent are the steps of the sea-less man,

        As he saddles his horse at the end of the day,

        He longs for something to hold on to,

        A song,

        A hope,

        A dream,

        A whisper of what he once had,

        But hill after hill as he plods daily on,

        The breath of the ocean gods are gone.

        • This reply was modified 8 months, 2 weeks ago by  Evelyn.
        #63790

        Libby
        @libby

        @evelyn This is so sad and sorrowful – in a sweet way.  What inspired you to write it?

        Yet another poem for you all right here.  It’s not strict poetry and it’s very freeverse, but I hope you can relate.

        "Young people, you must pray, for your passions are strong and your wisdom is little."C.H.Spurgeon

        #63832

        Evelyn
        @evelyn

        @libby I was inspired by the book I’ve been reading, Island of the World. It’s about a Croatian man in the aftermath of World War II and what he goes through.

        I like your poem. 🙂

        #63901

        K. A. Grey
        @k-a-grey

          @libby Beautiful.  A modern-day Psalm.

          @evelyn  Your poem was lovely, too.  🙂

          Here’s something I wrote:

          Purpose

          Little star, shining bright

          In the night sky,

          We’re a billion miles apart;

          But you and I have the same purpose–

          Shining light into the dark around us.

          "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
          “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

          #63902

          Evelyn
          @evelyn

          @k-a-grey Wow, I really like that! It’s beautiful. 🙂

          #63904

          K. A. Grey
          @k-a-grey

            @evelyn  Thank you! I’m glad you like it.  😊

            "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
            “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

            #63909

            Evelyn
            @evelyn

            @k-a-grey *gasps*

            I love your profile picture!! It’s gorgeous! 😀

            • This reply was modified 8 months, 2 weeks ago by  Evelyn.
            #63953

            K. A. Grey
            @k-a-grey

              @evelyn Aww, thanks!  (I just changed it today. 😉)  It was the front of a thank-you card I made.  I used little bits of paper from a magazine, kind of like a mosaic.

              "Atticus, he was real nice. . . .”
              “Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.”

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