December 19, 2018 at 4:36 pm #67261
Ah! I haven’t read up on this in a while.
@kb-writer Your advice is awesome!! Thank you! And I love your poem, “When I’m Ready.” Beautiful. <3
@k-a-grey I love the poem you tagged me in!! That’s exactly how it feels to be called friend. Oh my word, it’s beautiful. I love it. <3 And Lament is beautiful too, oh my word, that’s exactly how it feels to walk on snow. xDD
Married a blacksmith, and now frequently uses his knowledge for writing fantasy.December 19, 2018 at 8:33 pm #67317December 19, 2018 at 9:31 pm #67334December 20, 2018 at 4:21 pm #67413December 20, 2018 at 6:10 pm #67450Katherine Baker@kb-writer
That was beautiful! I love how it told such a cohesive story! I followed along really well. Great work!
Always remember you're unique...
...Just like everyone elseDecember 26, 2018 at 2:14 pm #68062
Haha here’s another I wrote. xDD *showers you all with poetry*
To feel the Living God is astounding.
It almost seems surreal,
Like He has taken my pen
And is writing for me.
His gentle hand on my heart;
His presence, like a breath—
Even amidst my stumbling words
And intrusive thoughts—
Is like blood coursing through
What was once a heart of stone.
It’s like tears running down dry cheeks
When I, for eons of time, have thought
I’d no tears left to cry.
Like a hug from a father after weeks of tension;
Like rain pouring down after years of drought;
Like believing in a promise for so long
And suddenly seeing it come to life
Right before my eyes.
Sunlight pouring over the mountaintops
To meet my tear-filled gaze.
It has been dark for so, so long—
But now I see the light,
And with it, Your beautiful face.
You take my blistered hands in Yours
And kiss my bruised knuckles,
Broken from years of fighting.
You say to me,
“There is no longer need to run.
My daughter, you are home.
I Am your home.”
Tears are streaming down my cheeks
As I put this pen to paper.
I pray I don’t forget the sun
When it sinks low again,
Because it will. That much is sure.
But even then, my God, I pray
You bring me back to this—
To grateful words of a wearied heart
Who felt the eyes of the Living King,
Filled with a love so true and dear
That not even a thousand pens
Could capture all of its majesty—
Fiercer than the roughest storm,
Deeper than the darkest oceans,
And wider than the sky.
- This reply was modified 3 years, 7 months ago by Hedges.
Married a blacksmith, and now frequently uses his knowledge for writing fantasy.December 26, 2018 at 4:30 pm #68082December 27, 2018 at 5:41 pm #68174
@k-a-grey Thank you! <3
Also, I love the quote in your signature. To Kill A Mockingbird, yes?
Married a blacksmith, and now frequently uses his knowledge for writing fantasy.January 2, 2019 at 3:48 pm #68957
@h-jones Yes, it is. I tried to put in the reference but it wouldn’t let me. 🙂
Here’s something I wrote, I might need to keep working on it:
Starlight Starbright Twinklebright
Snowflake Sparkling Wild
Moonlight Raindrops Snow Tears
Seasons Life Fifteen Years
Playground Chubby fingers Child
Memories Laughter Air Float
Once upon a time…
Roses Sparkle Diamondring
Mr. and Mrs. Queen King
Petals Red Love Float
Whisper Whisper Dress Ghost
Greymist Wrinkled, dried-up Rose
Once upon a time…
Mother’s sleeping Child awake
Love Whisper Memoryblue Lake
I love you…
Dandelion blossoms float
Once upon a time…April 9, 2019 at 8:35 pm #85895Michaela@mgtask
This one doesn’t exactly have a syllable/word-per-line pattern, but here’s one I’ve been working on called “At Earth’s End”
When the sun kisses the ground goodnight
When the earth turns its final time
When the moon shines bright
and steals the fame from the stars
When the black veil of night
masks the earth from the worlds beyond
The planets declare farewell
And bow before a standing crowd
And down falls the curtain of night
Painted with stars and a moon –
Each a world of their own
Closes its eye
And bids its last
Leaving a dark yet peaceful world behind
For the last time
. . .
The world awakes from its nap
The sky opens her eyes –
and the Son blinds them
The world, no longer peaceful, rumbles at its Maker
The people run in fear
The ball of fire threatens
To kiss the earth again
Unclouded and unveiled
The fugitive runs –
But the bride of Christ comes
Towards the Groom that awaits her –
The King of Glory
Once dressed in red
Clothed His bride
With His own white
And on that day, black covered the sky –
Then the veil was torn in two
Now, we await the day when the earth’s
Curtain, too, will split in two
And the Groom will swoop up the white-gowned rescued
The linens of white are her something borrowed
The sad life she knew
Her something blue
The nature she had, her something old
Endless awe is her something new
Passing from well-spent life she knew
Into everlasting honeymoon
In that moment, she awakens
Glad for the life that wasn’t wasted
That the life she suffered was not in vain
For suffered, much more, was the Lamb Who was slain
She was glad for every day she lived
For the One Who died for the life to give
All the working and waiting
And praying and hoping
And weeping and screaming
Was worth all the days she stayed
And as His mercy culminates
And as the Son’s beams permeate
The light of His presence, more than enough
To fill this eternal session of praise
That begins at salvation
With no end date
Her eternal destiny sealed
She was glad she waited
For His Glory –
"May it be mercy I show for it is mercy I've been shown." - Written to SpeakApril 10, 2019 at 10:44 pm #86096Michaela@mgtask
Okay, in hindsight one of the paragraphs has a misplaced modifier that kind of misconstrues the meaning. Instead of, “All the working and waiting, etc. was worth all the days that she stayed,” it should be “Seeing His glory was all the waiting and praying, etc…” or something like that. I’m finding it difficult to portray the right meaning in that paragraph without making it sound like we work our way to Heaven. Does anyone have any thoughts on that?
"May it be mercy I show for it is mercy I've been shown." - Written to SpeakApril 11, 2019 at 8:46 am #86108Evelyn@evelyn
@mgtask Wow, this is a gorgeous poem. So vivid and gentle…. like a boat ride down a stream. (Look you’re making me poetic just reading it. xD)
As to your question, I don’t know how to word that better. Maybe you could go with an approach more like this:
For the One Who died for the life to give
She had wanted to love back,
To give thanks,
Working and waiting
And praying and hoping
Then weeping and screaming.
Now she saw His glory worth all the days she stayed
All the days of pain.
Something like that? It might help better explain that she’s not doing it to earn her way to heaven, but I would continue to mess around with it because I feel like you could find something better. 😛
It was a lovely poem though! Thank you so much for sharing it. (:April 11, 2019 at 10:01 am #86114Liana J. Douglas@lianajdouglas
Just wrote this poem yesterday about the recent dumping of snow we received. (;
Life all around
Fresh and new
I’m filled with hope
The day is new
Bright, warm sun
A day gone well
My life at ease
The sky turns grey
Oh, can I make it
Can I fight through this next day?
Cold seeps in
Hope starts to drift
Oh, where is the life?
Will my troubles
The wind picks up
Snow begins to fall
This isn’t right.
No, not at all.
I built up hope
You let me down
Now troubles come
No warning, no sound.
What happened to joy?
Will it ever be true
That my life will go well
I’m not seeing the view.
I don’t understand
Why the ice still comes
To the beat of drums
Just bring the warmth!
The bright blue sky!
I need that hope!
Oh, why? Oh, why?
The hurt falls soft
Oh, why must you
The dark and cold
Obstruct my view
My path is gone
No one to run to
Why did you leave
When I needed you most?
Why weren’t you there?
You left your post.
A whisper comes
Through the howling wind
“I never left
It was you who did.
I am still here
Through the cold, dark nights
I never left you.
I am your Life.”
“You don’t need to rely
On the bright warm sun
I’ve got a plan
Though it may not be fun
So embrace the wind
There’s beauty there
Though it may seem old.”
“Accept the snow
Though cold it may be
There will be life
Just wait and see
Endure this test
Fight it through
There’s more in store
You’ll have blessings anew.”
- This reply was modified 3 years, 4 months ago by Liana J. Douglas.
Artist. Actress. Fantasy Fiction. MBTI Nerd. Star Wars. Marvel Films. Piano. Jesus Freak.April 11, 2019 at 10:19 am #86121Emma Huckabee (Emma Starr)@emma-starr
@lianajdouglas Beautiful! I especially loved the first verse. 😉 Great rhymes that don’t seem awkward; they fit well and flow smoothly.
Spreading God's love until I can see seven billion smiles. 🙂 https://sevenbillionsmiles.home.blogApril 11, 2019 at 10:22 am #86122
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