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    Ah! I haven’t read up on this in a while.

    Your advice is awesome!! Thank you! And I love your poem, “When I’m Ready.” Beautiful. <3

    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.


    @kb-writer @evelyn @libby @k-a-grey

    Whipped up this *click* poem today (the date says 12/6, but I started the draft of a different poem that day and later changed it). (: Would love to hear anyone’s thoughts!

    Married a blacksmith, and now frequently uses his knowledge for writing fantasy.


    @h-jones That was good! 🙂

    K. A. Grey

    @kb-writer  @evelyn  @h-jones  Thank you all so much!

    Your poem is beautiful!  Great job!

    Katherine Baker


    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 else


    @k-a-grey @kb-writer @evelyn Thanks all! <3

    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.

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    Married a blacksmith, and now frequently uses his knowledge for writing fantasy.

    K. A. Grey

    @h-jones  Absolutely beautiful.  Thank you for sharing! ❤


    @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.

    K. A. Grey

    @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…


    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


    The sky

    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 –

    finally revealed

    "May it be mercy I show for it is mercy I've been shown." - Written to Speak


    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 Speak


    @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. (:

    Liana J. Douglas

    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

    Gentle breeze

    A day gone well

    My life at ease


    Shadows roll

    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

    Ever lift?


    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

    Heartbeat slows

    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

    But heavily

    Oh, why must you

    Imprison me?


    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

    The storms

    The cold

    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.”

    Artist. Actress. Fantasy Fiction. MBTI Nerd. Star Wars. Marvel Films. Piano. Jesus Freak.


    @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.blog

    Liana J. Douglas

    @emma-starr XD Thanks! Poetry is one of those things that just kinda pops out of nowhere for me, and I never really know if it works until I finish it. Laughs

    Artist. Actress. Fantasy Fiction. MBTI Nerd. Star Wars. Marvel Films. Piano. Jesus Freak.

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