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  • #53435
    Libby
    @libby

    @kb-writer Thank you!  I loved your poem – thought it was lovely until I read what you wrote afterwards…and I loved it even more!  It made me laugh so hard! 😀


    @evelyn
    I love that a ton.  It was sweet and reflects so much of my childhood memories. 🙂 “I thought you knew” – so true! 😉

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

    #53436
    Libby
    @libby

    Alright, here’s yet another poem from my younger days. XD

    Farewell

    Farewell to all, near or far,
    Sleeping or awake,
    To critters here or creatures there,
    And even to the snake.
    Farewell, my dears, for I must go
    To my home to stay,
    Remember me, I’ll wave goodbye
    And now God Bless I say!

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

    #53450
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @libby Thanks!

    And I really like that poem! It’s so sweet and simple. 🙂

    I love it.

    #53643
    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    @libby and @evelyn

    Evelyn, your poem was beautiful in a childlike way. I loved it! it reminded me a lot of Robert Louis Stevenson’s poetry.

    As for my hair, we have a family story where mom gave us the “Stranger Danger” talk, and I grabbed my curls and started crying. Mom asked what was wrong, and I sobbed, “They will take me first because of my curls!”

    Yes, I was a very vain child.

    Libby, that was a very sweet poem as well. I love the line “And even to the snake”.

    Here’s another poem (because sharing poems is fun):

     

    Life

    Sometimes life is all smiles and play,

    Sometimes life’s the adventurous way,

    Sometimes life is dangerous and gray,

    And sometimes it’s much like today.

     

    Today is a day just like any other;

    With: school, chores, and my lovely mother.

    Though sometimes we don’t understand each other,

    And she makes me do what should go to my brother.

     

    Sometimes I abhor the boring things,

    And to adventure my heart clings,

    But then again, sometimes life brings

    The best of days when boredom rings.

     

    Sometimes life is all smiles and play,

    Sometimes life’s the adventurous way,

    Sometimes life is dangerous and gray,

    And sometimes it’s much like today.

    I like it that way.

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

    #53648
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @kb-writer I like it! It wells captures those feelings I think. And congrats on being published by the way! That’s awesome!!

    #54039
    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    @evelyn

    Thanks for the congrats!

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

    #54050
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @kb-writer Gladly given. 🙂

    #54056
    Libby
    @libby

    @kb-writer That’s such a sweet poem!  It made me smile 🙂  I like it that way, too.
    The snake line…ah, that always got on my nerves after I turned thirteen and realized it wasn’t sentimental. 😉 I’m glad I didn’t get rid of it, though.  Shows a bit of my personality. XD


    @evelyn
    thank you!  So happy you liked it!

    This was a poem I wrote for my Grandparents on their sixtieth anniversary.  My family and cousins all laughed at the funny lines dispersed throughout.  Hope you enjoy!

    Grandma and Grandpa

    Taking a walk or hike won’t matter,
    Her happiness will never shatter.
    Reading poems for a talent show,
    Makes her face turn all aglow.
    She’s my Grandma, yes it’s so
    My Grandpa wed her long ago.
    Sixty years they’ve spent together
    In hot, in medium, or in cold weather.
    Grandpa dunking in the river,
    I remember seeing him shiver.
    He makes burgers on the grill,
    And each day he takes a big pill.
    He knows all kinds of plants and trees,
    And to his flowers come lots of bees.
    Grandpa taught me many things,
    About trees, critters, or beasts with wings.
    Grandpa and Grandma have influenced me,
    To share God’s Word, and that’s the key.

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

    #54944
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @libby Wow, that’s really sweet. If I had been them that would have made me cry. xD

    Here’s a poem I’ve written and even drawn a picture for:

     

    The Monster

    There is a scary monster

    Underneath my bed

    With teeth and horns all sharpened

    Sticking out his head

     

    He lives down there to watch me sleep

    He stares and glares so bright,

    He rubs his stomach – it growls deep,

    He’s waiting for some bites.

     

    When I make my mother check

    She says that he is gone

    But I still saw his shadow there

    So she must be all wrong.

     

     

    I’m thinking I should add some more verses – either proving the existence of the monster but then him becoming the boy’s friend, or showing that it was merely his imagination twisting the shadows of the things under his bed to appear to be a monster.

    What do you guys think?

     

    #55147
    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    @libby

    That poem was adorable! I loved it! How sweet.


    @evelyn

    How cute! It’s really sweet as is, but it would be really cool to see if you add those thoughts you had. I love the idea of the monster being real and the boy befriending it (I’m all for monsters).

    Another Poem (because they’re fun). This one I think I wrote for my sister, but I know for sure it was about her.

    A Friend, Unrecognized

    Many people I will claim
    To be my friend, yet all the same
    The dearest one I pass right by,
    And she is still unrecognized.

    Though other friends make laughter bright,
    Only she is there in the dark of night;
    When tears and fears cause me to flee,
    Compassionately, she’s after me.

    Though sometimes she’s without a friend
    And I ignore her, can’t pretend
    I don’t, yet when I need someone
    To be my friend, then she will come.

    This poem’s to recognize a girl,
    Where joy and love together swirl.
    My sister: loving, dear and kind,
    But yet a friend, unrecognized.

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

    #55158
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @kb-writer Wow, that poem is so true. I really like it. 🙂 Not to brag, but my sisters are the best! <3

    😉

    #55481
    Libby
    @libby

    @kb-writer Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Your poem is absolutely beautiful.  Thank you for sharing it with us. <3  As I read it, I kept thinking, this has got to be my sister.  And then you said it and I was just so… blown away, I guess. 🙂


    @evelyn
    That’s right!  You’re sisters are the best–considering that I’m one of them.  In a way. 😉

    I loved your poem.  It was so cute and fun.  I agree with Katherine that it might be neat if you added some of your thoughts, but I love it how it is.

    Thank you both about my poem. 😉

    Here’s another:

    Siblings

    Today I know without a doubt,
    That though I failed to see,
    It’s clear now: I love you, and
    That you have love for me.
    How could I have missed it,
    Being with you through each year?
    Yet not until we parted,
    Did I see that you are dear.
    What a blessing siblings are,
    Only now do I thank you,
    For loving me and guiding me,
    In God’s path that’s true.
    I’m sorry I’ve not shown it,
    At all times to you,
    Forgive me, please, let’s start again,
    I’ll try to show I love you.

    12-year-old me when my siblings went off to college.

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

    #55544
    Evelyn
    @evelyn

    @libby

    “That’s right!  You’re sisters are the best–considering that I’m one of them.  In a way. 😉 “

    Exactly. 😉

     

    #61226
    K. A. Grey
    @k-a-grey

    -ice
    This is my house.  

    See the rows of hice on the street?

    If mouse becomes mice,

    And louse becomes lice,

    I think there should be hice, too. 

    • This reply was modified 2 years, 10 months ago by K. A. Grey.

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

    #61345
    Katherine Baker
    @kb-writer

    @k-a-grey

    I like your Hice Poem. Cute! When did you write it?

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

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