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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.

    Random Stranger: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
    Me: "Write every inch of your future."

    #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!

    Random Stranger: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
    Me: "Write every inch of your future."

    #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!!!! 😀 😀 😀 😀 😀

    Random Stranger: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
    Me: "Write every inch of your future."

    #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).

    Writer for TheeGeneration

    #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!

    Random Stranger: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
    Me: "Write every inch of your future."

    #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
    Brink
    @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.

    Random Stranger: "What do you want to do when you grow up?"
    Me: "Write every inch of your future."

    #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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