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  • #102441
    Naiya Dyani
    @naiya-dyani

      *tiptoes in* Hey, guys. . . I don’t generally consider myself a huge poetry person, but for some reason I write it anyway? XD Especially when I’m feeling internally confused or messed up. #INFPlife #ormaybethat’sjustme

      So yeah, when I write those kinds of poems they usually end up free verse. And I wrote one tonight, so. . . here goes?

      Sahara Spirit
      I brush the cobwebs from my eyes,
      Rise to sing the songs
      Or just listen
      Because I feel nothing.
      I try to blow the dust from my mind
      And learn from the message
      Or just listen
      Because I feel nothing.

      The famine of my heart
      Longs for driving rains.
      Where are the storm clouds in my sky?

      Yet droughts send roots
      Deeper into the soil,
      Past the first waters,
      To the deeper wells.

      Have I dug long enough?

      My Sahara spirit thirsts and waits.

      Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.

      #102481
      Dakota
      @dakota

      @naiya-dyani
      I really like this!! Thank you so much  for sharing!

      Psalm 119:11
      Your word I have hidden in my heart,
      That I might not sin against You.

      #102482
      Naiya Dyani
      @naiya-dyani

        @dakota Thanks! I need to read everyone’s poems on here at some point. . .

        Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.

        #102868
        Dakota
        @dakota

        @parker  @evelyn @andrew   @libby  @jenwriter17 @nuetrobolt  @ericawordsmith @jane-maree @serenity @the-fledgling-artist   @katthewriter  @e-b-raulands   @emberynus-the-dragonslayer ( please tag some others who think might like this)

        The inspiration for this song came to me around last Christmas but I couldn’t get it to work out until now! Enjoy and critique!

        Christmas Lights
        They’re strung along the fences, hung among the trees-
        All wrapped around the columns, dripping from the eaves-
        The Christmas Lights are everywhere tonight
        Glistening gems of rainbow and sunlight.

        Entwined in festive green wreaths, wound around the post
        Of the mail-box and about yard’s silhouette host.
        The little grains of light sprinkled on shores,
        Darkened by waves of souls spiritually poor.

        This neighborhood is a light-wrapped tonight
        But is there a light really shining through?
        These little lights make the dark world seem bright
        But they don’t attain to the higher view.

        If the Light of the World is the Light of Christmas,
        If the Light of Christmas is the light inside us,
        Shouldn’t Christmas illuminate this world
        With the Light of Salvation, Christ Jesus

        Arches aglow above snow-laden paths of stone
        Those solaces of light where we linger alone.
        And as we live in bliss, some suffer on
        In darkness they’re lost, seeking heaven’s dawn

        If working together, they can craft shapes of light.
        From angels to snowmen they glow vibrant in night.
        If we lay down our pride and selfishness,
        We could create joy again in Christmas.

        This holiday we remember His birth:
        Today we’re to honor his matchless worth
        Why isn’t so? Where’s the glow gone from this day?
        From faith and worship to bustle and fray.

        With the Light of Christmas we decorate our souls
        With the Light of the World crowned, arise to our roles
        So the He will shine through and they will know
        That Christmas, lacking the Cross’ crimson flow,
        Is empty, prettily wrapped vanity.
        With the Blood of Jesus they can cleanse their dark stains
        With the Robe of Righteous be clothed, freed from chains,
        So that He can shine in and they can glow
        Then we’ll walk in His integrity

        Yes, the Light of the World is the Light of Christmas,
        Yes, the Light of Christmas is the light inside us,
        We’ll let Jesus illuminate this world
        With the Light of Salvation, Light of Christmas.

        Psalm 119:11
        Your word I have hidden in my heart,
        That I might not sin against You.

        #102869
        Dakota
        @dakota

        @kari-karast

        @tdprince

        @w-o-holmes

        @naiya-dyani

        MERRY CHRISTMAS!! 🙂

        Lyrical Poems are Welcome here!

        Psalm 119:11
        Your word I have hidden in my heart,
        That I might not sin against You.

        #102891
        Naiya Dyani
        @naiya-dyani

          @dakota Thanks! Love the poem! 😊 I have to say, I especially liked the descriptions of the Christmas lights at the beginning!

          Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.

          #102909
          Dakota
          @dakota

          @naiya-dyani Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed it. 🙂

          Psalm 119:11
          Your word I have hidden in my heart,
          That I might not sin against You.

          #102928
          Andrew Schmidt
          @andrew

            @Dakota, I really like the description, especially that one line… “Glistening gems of rainbow and sunlight”

            @naiya-dyani, and nice poem as well! Good job.

             

            Thank y’all for your poems! 😀

            ISFP. Artistic, redheaded, nature-loving, crazy writer! The Red Fox - favorite animal of mine in Indiana.

            #102930
            Naiya Dyani
            @naiya-dyani

              @andrew Thanks!

              Hearts are like matter--they can be beaten down, torn, and burned, but they cannot be destroyed.

              #102953
              Dakota
              @dakota

              @andrew Thanks and have a Merry Christmas!! 🙂

               

              Psalm 119:11
              Your word I have hidden in my heart,
              That I might not sin against You.

              #103143
              Andrew Schmidt
              @andrew

                @Dakota, well, I guess the tale about the Rose and talking flowers turned out as a poem… I don’t have a name for it yet, though. And please tell me if you think this is too long. Anyway, enjoy!

                 

                Once there bloomed a Rose.

                Her petals are beautiful and scarlet.

                As the lovely garden grows,

                The flowers sing cheerfully.

                High, high, high in a bush,

                Dances the prettiest Rose.

                The peaceful wind rustles the grass lush.

                The air swirls in garden fragrance.

                Above float clouds white,

                Ginormous and bellowing and awesome.

                The sun flares bright in brilliant light.

                The Rose laughs merrily.

                She spins gracefully, gazing

                Upon sweet and beloved flowers.

                Indeed, the sight is quite amazing!

                Her eyes flutter romantically.

                The horizon dark in night,

                Speckled in glimmering stars,

                Casts pale and elegant moonlight

                Upon the perfect and vibrant Rose.

                But dreaded secrets of

                 That to come lay veiled in mystery.

                Each flower sparkles in love

                And beauty, but, all is vanity.

                Flowers blue as ice,

                Flowers crimson as flames,

                Flowers mean and nice.

                Flowers with petals rich and gold,

                Flowers of exotic rainbow colors,

                Flowers great and bold.

                Flowers beautifully designed,

                Flowers delicate and unique,

                Flowers of every kind;

                In certain time do all these wilt and perish.

                Petals are blown

                Through wind and over hills.

                The awe-striking garden shown

                Lies in doom and utterly alone.

                The Rose weeps, heartbroken.

                Stones and weeds are scattered about.

                Flowers fade, to never be awoken.

                Rain droplets splatter cursed soil.

                Cold bitter air

                Howls angrily at the Rose.

                Reality morphs into a nightmare;

                Her dying petals are coated in frost.

                But there advances a shadow.

                The Rose blinks and narrows her eyes.

                A fellow appears, dressed in bright yellow.

                Behold, it is he who planted the garden!

                “Why are you crying?”

                Questions the Gardener.

                “Why? Because the garden is dying!”

                Cries the Rose in reply. “And so am I!”

                The Gardener kneels,

                Smiling kindly at the Rose.

                “Your heart feels

                Suffering utterly and deep.

                But do not fear.

                For, once more, this garden

                Shall blossom the coming year.

                As shall you, dear Rose.”

                The Gardener disappears,

                Leaving the words to hang in crisp air.

                 Pain, unpleasant and horrid, sears

                And burns, clawing at her in despair.

                The Rose closes her eyes.

                Wilting, wilting, wilting…

                She mutters her goodbyes,

                And fades, vanquished.

                The wind tears at her petals,

                Sucking them up into the air.

                The sky piercing and sharp as jagged metals,

                The clouds flash storms and lightning bolts.

                Nevertheless, the dreary times flicker past.

                The sun flares golden and pure.

                For at last,

                Flowers sprout in dark soil.

                Once more the Rose arises,

                Her wonderful beauty restored.

                “The magnificent surprises

                In nature hidden are quite unpredictable!”

                She laughs, casting a glance

                At her magical, blossoming paradise.

                Flowers sing and dance.

                The Rose cries tears of joy.

                The Gardener’s promise rang true!

                ISFP. Artistic, redheaded, nature-loving, crazy writer! The Red Fox - favorite animal of mine in Indiana.

                #103259
                Dakota
                @dakota

                @andrew This is really pretty! I like the symbolism and the word choice to describe actions. Excellent! 🙂

                Psalm 119:11
                Your word I have hidden in my heart,
                That I might not sin against You.

                #103261
                Andrew Schmidt
                @andrew

                  @Dakota, thank you so much! 😀

                  ISFP. Artistic, redheaded, nature-loving, crazy writer! The Red Fox - favorite animal of mine in Indiana.

                  #103388
                  Dakota
                  @dakota

                  @parker  @evelyn @andrew   @libby  @jenwriter17 @nuetrobolt  @ericawordsmith @jane-maree @serenity @the-fledgling-artist   @katthewriter  @e-b-raulands   @emberynus-the-dragonslayer ( please tag some others who think might like this)

                  This week’s a revision of one I wrote years ago. Critique heartlessly and enjoy!

                  The Surrendering
                  I’m down to my last defense
                  I heard that You’re invading this land
                  So I locked my heart with rusted bars and took a stand
                  But I had no idea of the power of Your offense
                  The last wall wobbles, then comes crumbling down
                  There’s nothing now of my fortress which I prided
                  It couldn’t survive when our forces collided
                  It’s either surrender or die fighting the Crown
                  Your law, Your sword, means death eternally
                  I must surrender to receive the delegates of mercy

                  This is the surrendering
                  I’m stopping trying to repair this rampart
                  That at Your glance will just fall apart
                  This is the surrendering
                  I’m letting the white flag fly high
                  I’m lifting my hands up to the sky
                  Conqueror come in and control my soul
                  I must relinquish and give You my heart whole
                  This must be the surrendering

                  I’m subject to You my King
                  I thought vassal to You would be slavery
                  But I find everlasting liberty
                  I’m bondman and yet am free to sing
                  The defeat of my felony and sin
                  Produces sweetest service to a Lord
                  One Who I should have ever adored
                  Gone are my days of being an assassin

                  My ways, my strife means death eternally
                  I must obey to receive the blessings from Your store

                  This is my surrendering
                  Stooping my selfishness to be
                  Accepting of the burden You give me
                  This is my surrendering
                  Finding pleasure in serving You Majesty
                  Pursuing to be a daughter of royalty
                  All earthy shields I have flung behind
                  In You my purpose must be defined
                  This must be the surrendering

                  I quench the selfish battle cry
                  And my voice in prayer to the sky
                  I lower my own feeble sword
                  And raise the white flag to You Lord.
                  If rumbles of rebellion near my mind
                  Lord, I pray that those rebels I will bind
                  Never relent to their selfish ways
                  Always to give You every one of my days

                  Psalm 119:11
                  Your word I have hidden in my heart,
                  That I might not sin against You.

                  #103389
                  Dakota
                  @dakota

                  @kari-karast

                  @tdprince

                  @w-o-holmes

                  @naiya-dyani

                  Lyrical Poems are Welcome here!

                  Psalm 119:11
                  Your word I have hidden in my heart,
                  That I might not sin against You.

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