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  • #103396
    Andrew Schmidt
    @andrew

      @Dakota: wow, I like it! A great poem once more!

      My next poem I am writing is about a Sunflower – the second poem of Botanical Tales, (but I might end up changing that title for the collection of poems).

      Also, the poem collection-to-be, Botanical Tales, sorta kind of takes place in the same world… so, you may meet certain flowers and so forth more than once. But I can’t say when the poem will be out yet.

      "Muhahahaha!"- Unknown Villain

      #103977
      Andrew Schmidt
      @andrew

        @Dakota, well, here’s another poem. Its name is Sunflower of Valor. Feel free to critique!

         

        Sprouting amongst the garden is a Sunflower.

        Legends claim that he is taller than a tower.

        His petals are bright, happy, and yellow.

         He bellows in a friendly voice “Hello!”

        To each little and tender flower;

        Never doeth he grow sour.

        The Sunflower is strong as the sun;

        And in fear never doeth he run.

        He wishes in the garden peace,

        That violence forever cease.

        The Sunflower possesses the aura of a king,

        Yet the playfulness of a youngling.

        But, suddenly, a twig snaps.

        Several delicate flowers collapse.

        Wild beasts, critters of a hunter’s broken cage,

        Charge amidst the garden in a horrid rage.

        The Sunflower claps a leaf

        Over his mouth in devastated disbelief.

        The foul monsters vanish into the forest,

        Abandoning torn flowers to rest

        Upon the downtrodden ground.

        Heart chained and bound,

        The Sunflower quite selfless,

        Tends to the unfortunate helpless.

        Several flowers survived,

        But the unlucky ones, sadly, never revived.

        In sorrow deep,

        The Sunflower doeth weep.

        The sky mournful and gray,

        In tragic sadness the flowers lay.

        The clouds vanish and clear.

        The bright sun doeth draw near.

        The wind brushes his petals yellow,

        Soft and mellow.

        Nonetheless, in the end all move on.

        The horizon fades into night; but at dawn

        Light pierces the darkness,

        Erasing the bitter, cruel sharpness.

        With a long, deep sigh,

        The Sunflower gazes up high in the sky.

        As a protector of the garden,

        His flowery heart mustn’t harden…

        He is strong as the sun.

        Hence his name:

        The Sunflower of Valor!

        "Muhahahaha!"- Unknown Villain

        #104080
        Dakota
        @dakota

        <p style=”text-align: left;”>@andrew Very nice!! I like the vivid word choice and the vigorous personification you gave the 🌻. Good work! 🙂</p>

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

        #104149
        Andrew Schmidt
        @andrew

          @Dakota, thanks!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀

          "Muhahahaha!"- Unknown Villain

          #104540
          Vic
          @vic

            I don’t really know who to tag on this.

            I haven’t read everything on this topic, but what I have read is really good. Thought I’d share one of my poems and get feedback from you all, what you like and don’t like! This one’s called “Amazing Grace”

            Three crosses stood on a hill far away

            For there was a price to pay

            Two men were hung on either side

            And both of them deserved to die

            But in the center hung a Man

            Innocent, pure as a lamb

            With every right to be set free

            For in the center, they should have hung me

             

            Oh, the story of amazing grace!

            How a Good Man took a bad man’s place

            What can I do but live for Him

            Who died to take away my sin

            I was saved from a life of waste

            When a Good Man took a bad man’s place

             

            The pain He felt should have been mine

            For all the times I’ve crossed the line

            All of my guilt I should have borne

            And my sinful body torn

            My blood should have been shed

            And I for water should have pled

            God should have turned His back on me

            Instead of buying liberty

             

            Oh, the story of amazing grace!

            How a Good Man took a bad man’s place

            What can I do but live for Him

            Who died to take away my sin

            I was saved from a life of waste

            When a Good Man took a bad man’s place

            "Mine eyes are ever toward the LORD" (Ps. 25:15a)

            #104541
            Evelyn
            @evelyn

            ( @dakota Somehow I keep getting emails every couple weeks where you keep tagging me over here…? Sorry to ask this, but do you mind stopping? I don’t have time to read everything and I haven’t even been over here in forever – and I’ve started just deleting the emails. Thanks! :))

            #104542
            Dakota
            @dakota

            @evelyn That’s fine! I will. 🙂

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

            #104543
            Evelyn
            @evelyn

            @dakota Thanks! I really appreciate it. (:

            #104544
            Dakota
            @dakota

            @parker   @vic @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 is not my usual style of poetry, but the inspiration hit so hard . . . I had to write it. Critique it heartlessly!!

            And to @vic Welcome to the thread! I love your poem!! 🙂

            Way Out

            I’m a teenage guy. Thought my way was cool
            ‘Til I found my self face down in a bloody pool
            Why didn’t work out? They said to follow your heart
            But the road it took me down broke me all apart.

            Kneeling by my bed with my head in my hand
            I never took time to learn and to understand
            Now with my world’s spinning out of control
            Is there anybody who can make this wreck whole?

            I’m a teenage girl. They left me behind
            No one was there for me. No one was kind.
            I tried to find fulfillment. Love was my deepest need.
            But those I loved abused me and left me to bleed

            Sobbing into my hands, I’ve sagged against a wall
            Not a soul ever answers the phone me when I call.
            The love and joy of life have forgotten me
            Is there anybody out there who will see?

            Is there a way out? I know I’m stained and marred
            My heart’s battered and battled-scarred
            Is there a way home? Will I always be alone
            Locked in rejection like a prison of stone?
            If there’s a way out someone help me
            Is there a way out I want to be free!

            He’s got a pistol there at his thigh
            Clenching the grip in hand, he just wants to die
            To soon end the world he wrecked and choices he must make
            The world’s too risky a game with too high a stake

            She’s got the pills there in her palm
            Thinking that this will maybe be the balm
            That’ll numb the pain and silence the life she’s forced to bear
            Nobody in this world must really, truly care

            There is a way out but they don’t know it’s there
            They’ve never shown the way to the place where
            There is a way home. There is a Father’s warm embrace
            There’s a river to rinse away disgrace
            There is a way out someone’s in need
            There’s a soul who needs to know that they can be freed.

            The bullet will fly but he won’t soar to heaven
            The pills will numb but won’t lift the burden
            Nothing in world will fill the void. Yet a God Unknown
            Offers to them the greatest love ever shown
            There is a way out! Someone’s in need
            There’s soul who needs to know that they can be freed.

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

            #104638
            Andrew Schmidt
            @andrew

              @Dakota and @vic

              Good work, both of you!

              "Muhahahaha!"- Unknown Villain

              #104639
              Dakota
              @dakota

              @andrew Thanks so much!!

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

              #104773
              Warden
              @nuetrobolt

              @dakota, that poem is… wow.

              Your story is yours and no one else's. Each sunset is different, depending where you stand. -A. Peterson

              #104829
              Dakota
              @dakota

              @nuetrobolt Yeah, I know. Not my usual style but I’ve come to like it.

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

              #105227
              Andrew Schmidt
              @andrew

                @Dakota, alright, here’s the next poem! There are a few rhyming sentences… but it’s kind of more free verse. Well, anyway, here goes! Enjoy!

                 

                Strange Little Orchid:

                 

                The Orchid is quite strange.

                She is the weirdest,

                The spookiest,

                The oddest,

                The most misunderstood of all.

                Her white and pink petals,

                Her monkey-shaped face,

                Her lack of eloquent grace,

                Create an odd aura about her.

                In the garden plentiful flowers abound,

                But none make such an odd sound

                As that of the Orchid.

                The Rose is beautiful!

                The Sunflower is strong!

                The Orchid is, well, odd.

                Flowers laugh,

                Flowers sing,

                Flowers dance.

                But not a single glance

                Doeth the Orchid receive.

                She is quite intelligent.

                She is quite peculiar.

                But contemptuous flowers

                Label her a geek.

                However, the Orchid doeth not seek

                Vain and glamorous petals,

                But flowers rooted in courage.

                In nature springs forth much variety.

                The Orchid is strange…

                Yes, quite strange indeed.

                "Muhahahaha!"- Unknown Villain

                #105297
                Dakota
                @dakota

                @andrew Very interesting! I like it! 🙂

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

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