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2008 Poetry Contest
Winning Poems
Out With The Old, In With The New by Courtney Flynn
Why Can't I Cry? by Alexandra Lestenkof
Dragon Princess by Natasha McElroy
Seeing True Colors by Jordan Ostreim
You Said by Alandra Hayward Rain by Kaela McEldowney Wolf Prayer by Kathryn Sullivan |
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A-Mex Race by Donal Bui Mad For Poetry by J.W. Hogue My Little Friend by J.W. Hogue The Passing Periods by Josiah Hood Final Requiem by Chelsea London Nicholas by Jaidye Montgomery Take It All Away by Molly Phelps The Storm by Katie Pierson Pretty by Francisco Ramos Black October by Allison Stever You're Not Helping by Nicole Wellems Poor by Lisha Willemssen |
The Heavens by Steven Weber
Natural Beauty by Ilene Chenevert
What We Have Lost by Kathryn Sullivan
Image Burn by Mary Findley The Forest's Heart by Alicia Neiry
Wild Side by Chris Allen
Alcohol by Blaine Eppel
Questions by Kately Busch
Love's Calendar by Lee Freeman
Lost in Translation by Tessa Mason
Run by Marshall Haworth
Life is Like a Dream by Michael LaBarbera
Why Aren't You Here? by Delissia Spencer
The Mountain They Face By Timothy Schutt(Inspiratonal Poem Winner)
The Beach by Jasmine Thompson (Nature Poem Winner)
Inspiration by Ryan Freedle (Life Poem Winner)
Forever by Steven Weber (Romantic Winner)
CD Juarez by Mario Bacio
Big city
It ain't pretty
Poor people everywhere
And nobody stops to care
Big city
It ain't pretty
All around us desert heat
Gangsters hangin' in the street.
Big city
It ain't pretty
Many people out of work
Everywhere criminals hide and lurk.
Big city
It ain't pretty
Juarez
I lay here
In the middle of a dark empty street
Starring up into the sky
Watching the rain fall down all around me
Tiny beads of water
That feels like heaven on my rough skin
As I lay there
On the cold black concrete
Getting soaked to the bone
I can feel a part of me washing away
My insecurities
My worries
My hate
All of the bad in me
Washing away
Into the gutters of my past
Leaving me forever
I feel different
Better
My rough skin that was drenched in rain
Has turned to velvet
All of the burden that I've carried for so long
Was washed away by drops of hope
The dark clouds in my life have faded
And now my moon can finally shine
And a street light flickers above me
Finally shinning light onto my dark street
Giving me a sign of hope
Promising a better life
Tears and rain collide
as they drip off my face
And a person in the shadows of my dark street
Offers her hand
The old me would have refused
And I would have laid there
Letting the rain wash my soul away
But the old me is gone
No longer holding me down
No longer am I tied down
By the fears of being happy
So instead of letting the storrn wash the rest of me away
I stood up
And I reached for that hand
And I held on tight
You Said...
By: Alandra Hayward
You sald
You cared and
Would always be there
You said you loved me too
But I didn't know
That love could hurt
Especially when loved by you
You sald
You wouldn't hurt me
You would never let me fall
You're supposed to be here for me
But you're never there at all
You sald
That I could trust you
You would never leave my side
It's not at all surprlsing
Finding out that you had lled
by Kathryn Sullivan
A full moon rises over lonely plains
Hanging above naught but the midnight sky
And gray-gold waves of plain grass, whispering
Secrets to the empty night, their soft sound
Faded rare colors on a blank canvas
Created from silence, painted by the wind
In tones and shades of natural voices.
High on a mountain clothed with shadowed trees
Crowned in muted saffron--a lighter gray--
Golden eyes rise up to meet a silver coin
Amidst glitt'ring jewels, heaven's diamonds
Set in velvet cloth of darkened sapphire
Fully clear, tonight, by any loose veil
Of lighter colors made by misted clouds.
Those bright eyes which seem of pale amber carved
Close presently in somber, dreamlike way
Her gray-writ muzzle lifts, as slow as dawn
And the forest's breath sweeps across her pelt
Rippling that fur as grass upon the plain
Then dies once again, as all falls silent
Anticipation hangs in ev'ry nook,
Ev'ry aspect of the expectant night.
Then, in sudden force, she lets her song fly
High into waiting shadowed emptiness
That single note so heartbreakingly pure
It fills the listening soul with wonder
As to awaken the most dead of hearts
And drag tears to dry eyes, a song to lips
Previously barren, devoid of soul.
She sings a wolf prayer to starlit skies
Who in their distance will never listen
Never hear this lonely one's changing voice
High and low; love and pain become music
Embodied in the abandoned one's cry
Her call unanswered as it echoes across
The desolate plain of indiff'rent grass
And so she sings, on into eternity
Lost forever in Earth's endless turning
But her voice lingers, her song continues
On in every human heart inclined
To listen closely to the lonesome wind
As it sights through the street, on the mountain
Singing her rhapsody forevermore.
Warland
by Teffany Bond
The mothers cry
Because their children died
In some stupid war
Created like something of mythical lore
Bombs implode
Guns go off
Planes explode
Towers ignite
The whole world erupts into a fight
Though I may only be fifteen
And most of these things can be seen on T.V.
No matter how far away it still hits home
Whether yours be Paris, London, Tokyo, or Rome
When somebody dies of unnatural causes
It's as if our world leaders become our bosses
They push and shove and toss and cram
Us into their childish world of Warland
AMEX RACE
by Donal Bui
Arizona State
True land of all Mexicans
Is their only pride
People who are Asian,
Are the true race to their nation
They rise together
And stay true forever
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MAD FOR POETRY
by J. W. Hogue
I hate poetry.
I absolutely, positively, hate poetry.
But my teacher has just asked me to write a poem.
I will not
I WILL NOT
I refuse to stoop to that level.
With all this rhyming and timing
Of your rhymes. . . it is madness,
Positively insane.
Why would anyone want to write a poem?
I have said it once, and I'11 say it again
Wait. . . Oh dear...
I do believe I have just written a poem.
Well. .. That was not so bad.
I love poetry.
I absolutely, positively love poetry...
He came out of nowhere
like a ghost out of a scary movie.
Their cheeps and squeaks, I hate them! I hate them all!
But this one I hate most of all.
I cannot take it, his chirps and his creeps.
Oh his nibbling
Oh I HATE his nibbling. Nibble. Nibble on everything.
But now I've got a little present in the corner of my room,
just for you, my little friend.
Oh my gosh, there he is.
He is hideous, with his beady little eyes and those whiskers.
Oh and his tail, I hate his tail!
Yuck! He is so gross.
Yes, yes...that is for you my little friend.
Go ahead, don't be afraid.
The finest jar of peanut butter, just for you.
SNAP...
RATS...
This is not over yet my little friend.
Next time I will open the jar and put the peanut butter on the trap
and then I shall claim victory.
ha ha ha
Wait
WHERE DID HE GO????
Final Requiem:
by Chelsea Tala London
echoing through its husk,
marking another tragic Death,
day smoldering to dusk.
And, take heed, for the Grim Reaper
keeps his infamous oath
gliding from person to person
to recruit members anew though Death is what is in troth.
Fear, anxiety, sorrow, and guilt is wrought (a pain of which I cannot express),
and sweeping through my being and heart,
as mine eyes gaze at his flowing robes,
who knows when someone will next pay him their part.
Shadowed within a hood of night, his face an unnerving, ghostly white,
eyes sunken deep within eerie black,
darkness stitching the seams of his pale lips,
he makes not a noise as he carries out his dreadful task.
Final vales from smoky shadow
he is cloaked in everlasting requiem,
for he is here for us,
Death we are to endure condemn.
The victims shrink under his cold, unwanted touch
as he follows and guides them even deeper,
carrying the weight of a thousandDeaths
for he is Death and Death's keeper.
Without talking or releasing a breath,
he only exists with an icy harshness.
Patiently he waits to claim and harvest the souls that
are unbound from earthly chains by another's foolishness.
Tongues of fire envelop a wreck between two cars,
screams of obliterating torment abound,
sirens closing in, the fire licks his body as he approaches
to retrieve his bounty so sound.
I fall to my knees near the car ablaze, and weep tears of grief so great,
for I realize:
My brothers and sisters and loved ones are dead and still dying
by my hand and others yet; if only I had not been driving,
my selfishness would not have taken innocent lives, their families are now crying.
He places a steady, heavy hand upon my shoulder
and I know I must pay the ultimate price,
the cost for letting alcohol control me,
which guarantees pain and suffering thrice.
I look into his eyes so abyssal and black,
and he tells me without words that Death has come and he is Death.
Removing his hand, he leaves my crumpled form to reap the others I killed
and I took one last look at my bloody, burnt face
resting on that cursed steering wheel,
and I see myself take in one last, excruciating breath.
Our choices all affect each other, so hear this plea: Unless you want to hear that lamenting bell, take to Heart this rhyme and story, as message of truth in enjoying life whilst it lasts, give others that freedom, too, that drinking and driving invites only disaster and Death, but never glory.
Nicholas
by Jaidye Montgomery
I once knew a guy
He was as great as anyone could actually be
I had loved and care for him as he did the same for me.
The night we met I was crying,
he swept me in his arms and hummed a melody,
his crisp accent of an English Gent caught me off guard as he spoke to
me
His very first words to me "Such beautiful eyes shall not shed tears of torment but only of sweet happiness."
We held me for so long I almost melt to his tender touch
Time went by and I got to know him
Nicholas he said his name to be and Nicholas I called to him when I was in need
He could give his wisdom to anyone who would listen, I always
listened, for his words were the very things to help me to always want to believe
When I was mad he smiled at me, his sweet smile made my heart
scream with glee
His arms would wrap around me and calm the storm in my mind
His lips would kiss away the pain others had caused me
He spoke and always said, "You are my light, my only, the love that
will hold me. The one I will always need by me."
I knew he loved me as I did too
I wanted nothing more to want what he wanted too
The last night we spoke, was the night we had our very last fight
He had said, "I need to be in England again. Please understand it's for
the future at hand." My heart bled as he spoke more and more
Tears streamed off my cheeks and my anger erupted in sheer agony.
When he spoke these words, "I will only for gone for four years." My
heart had heard enough
I lifted my hand and struck him hard and my very last words to
Nicholas were, "You leave me alone. Tomorrow I want nothing more
to see you dead on the news at four."
His last words hit me harder then any could, "As you wish. Know I
love you now and forevermore."
The next day at four I turned the news on
My heart was crush when they said a young man was killed last night
as a result of a hit and run
When I found out it was Nicholas, I cried and cried as my friends told
the tale of how he got drunk and how he wanted the car stopped, to
get out, just to take a leak
Time went by and my friend Julie said, "If you so desire I will take
you to look into the eyes of Nicholas's killer?"
I refused time after time till the time has come and my curiosity ran
amuck
I was horrified and I saw the eyes of the one who took the life of the
man I truly loved
To look in the eyes of a friend as him was harder then anything I had
ever done before
I sunk and I cried for Nicholas
And so I regret even the fight we had that night
Time and time again I look back and feel the grief, pain, and horror
for him.
Still now I call to Nicholas when in need, but even he can't hear me
Take It All Away
By Molly Phelps
I don't know if this is real,
My mind can't tell if it's reality or fantasy.
My heart doesn't want to let go,
My soul can only fly on broken wings.
How can I trust you,
When I don't even know if you are listening.
I am too shattered and confused to see,
You are the only one who can save me.
I have nothing to give you
Just a beautiful breakdown and a lie or two.
My heart is full of scars and tears,
All my innocence has been taken away.
Beautiful is what you say I am,
For I am your Bride dressed in white
You say I'm not an imperfection,
Just a priceless jewel kept close to your heart.
You say you don't care what I have to give.
All you want is me.
I wonder why you cant see the real me,
When you say you know my life.
I guess I should believe you,
I have nothing left to lose.
Please just don't betray me,
For then there will be nothing left of this beautiful disaster.
I give you my heart, my soul I hope I don't fall.
I don't want to let you down
I give you everything in this sweet surrender.
Take the betrayals and the lies,
Take the broken hearts and tears.
My mistakes are yours alone,
Maybe this will make me beautiful again.
I will hold your promise close,
Maybe it will keep me strong.
I want to live my life for you,
I'll take my steps for you.
Thanks for taking my life,
You have made it new.
Thanks for cleaning my heart,
I love you.
The Storm
by Kate Pierson
I wake up and stretch
*mouth opens "yawning sound" then my eyes water*
I look around my tent, my tent is motionless,
The fire is out; I get some more dry leaves and wood, and my matches
I put them in the circular sets of rock and ash
From last night's bonfire. I get out the flour,
Eggs from the cooler and the other ingredients
For wonderful delectable mama's great grand
Mother's campfire donuts. And as I make them,
I get out the Folgers instant coffee, go to the lake, and get some
Water and then start some coffee. That song pops
Into my head "The best part of waking up, is Folgers in your cup!"
"Good to the last drop!" ~one of the Roosevelt's said it!"
And as I watch the sky it's blue w/ a few clouds,
Good day for a nice hike in God's country!
As the family wakes up, and eats and talk of what's to be
Today I notice there are more clouds, I tell my mom
"Its okay sweetie, it'll just be little rain," so I relax.
We finish our breakfast, clean up and get ready.
It starts to pour down cats and dogs; everyone gets their jackets on,
We realize this might not be a good camping day!
And that's the day we had the big flood from the Big Thompson River
In 1976
The End
Pretty
By Francisco A. Ramos
Mexico is pretty.
The U.S. is pretty.
Grass on a baseball field is pretty.
A soccer field is pretty.
The lake at my school is pretty.
Some girls are pretty.
But sometimes the world is not pretty.
Black October
by Allison Stevers
Vibrant words floating in the air,
Children laughing without a care,
Trees lying colored waste,
Dying on the battleground.
The poet's eyes are dry
As the leaves lie dead in a charcoaled bed,
The colors escaped on a Russian wind of unshaped death,
Black October come to claim the end.
All lies in a dump of forgotten beauty,
The vibrant gold and rusted red,
A withered mess flying to a dreary end.
The writer's loss of nature's inspiration
Dying on the front
Of a winter trepidation.
Black October dying on the mist
Of here to be
Lost December.
Gasping for one final breath,
Mother's words comforting her
As it finally escapes them.
The words are broken soon,
like a gentle crystal vase,
And all lies silently, on the bed of charcoaled embers,
The lost remains of soon forgot,
Mother's dear Black October.
You're Not Helping
by Nicole Wellems
The world is a confusing, terrible place, and you're not helping.
I give away all that I have, I get nothing back, and you're not helping.
It's hard enough to be alone when facing and bearing it all, and
you're not helping.
I've given up and tried to move on and live my life, but you're not
helping.
I take so much and accept it silently, I try to deal, but you're not
helping.
I try to live with all the pain and heal festering wounds, but you're
not helping.
I am trying to forgive you for our past so I can be there for you, but
you're not helping.
I put myself out on the line, lost my trust in you, I am trying to
rebuild, but your not helping.
I am fighting the current, beating against the bricks in this wall, and
you're not helping.
You stand in my way,
You push me around,
You hurt and left me here,
Broken and bruised,
Stained and Shattered,
You never helped me,
Why, after all of this,
Should I need you?
But, of course, I do.
Poor
by Lisha Willemssen
You're the apple of my eye
But honey I'm blind
Or it's far too dark
To see your smile.
My heart is so cold
Like yours that I stole
But the heat's never on.
So I have you to hold.
The money won't come
But we'll never run
We'll stay here
Until all's said and done.
Just take your heart
Throw your looks from the start
If you let me have my way
I swear I'll tear you apart.
They can force us to move
And that's what they'll do
They can take everything
But they'll never take you.
I know it's not fair
But we won't be poor there
So just take my hand
And we'll make it I swear.
Wild Side by Chris Allen
The wild side I take a step within a world so fresh but yet hidden.
One will encounter what another has feared. So I ask myself why so sudden and swift.
The truth is that the one who pushed himself to his limit will only know what there is to
come for the one breached the wild side.
So take a step for the better and it will better
you. So are you willing to sacrifice all the keep the peace? The question shall ponder itself
over and over till one fulfills its duty of wondering.
Thousands die every year just because you had some beer, you never said that you were through; just line them up two by two.
You thought it would be cool to get in your car but it wasn't not after you left that drunken sleeping bar.
You left with a smile but just for a while, you stared in wonder at the car crashing thunder.
You decided to have another shot just one more beer, but to the husband and father of two all you did was bring them tears.
Now you're in jail with no chance of bail and the only thing you get is why, why did you drink why did you drive now my dad is gone this is your mail you're to blame I hope you feel shame and amazing amount of pain.
So after you drink please stop and think I better call somebody cause I don't want to hurt anybody.
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Love's Calendar by Lee Freeman
Since we first met it's been just a few days
It seems. But time drags on the years fly by
So slow. So love with time and sense it plays
And inability to live to try.
The heart grows fond and fonder still my dear
But time impediment of hearts so close
It keeps us, holds us in sweet rapture here
Beautiful torture mutually chose
The day may come when free we'll love at last
When we have conquered time sand sense and all
The time to come more riveting than past
And ours the bliss I pray that will befall
'til then my love I cling to you 'til then
When what's to come exceeds all that has been
Questions by Katelyn Busch
There are many questions I have about
Everything, everything that I can see
We're here on purpose? I hear there's some doubt
No one can agree, this doesn't help me.
I've been told I need to decide my fate-
Who I'm going to be, and where I will go
I've so many questions! Is it too late?
It's like I'm standing over a plateau.....
Shouldn't I use some caution? I've been told
Patience is a virtue. Isn't that true?
'You need to make a choice!' (that's gotten old)
Now what will I do? My choices accrue.
I want answers, not to make a mistake
How can I decide? What choice do I make?
Why Aren't You Here? by Delissa Spencer
I remember when you used to hold me.
It wasn't long ago.
Then you left me all alone
with no place else to go.
I was a child, a wretch
only longing to be loved.
Now I just question,
Will I ever get another hug?
It's sad to know
that you're out there,
somewhere,
Wonderin' in the streets.
It's hard to bear.
Now I'm here cryin', rhymin' in my tears
This is no joke.
I wish you were here.
Actually let me take that back
Is this a joke to you?
Maybe it isn't, Maybe it is
guess you should start tellin' the truth
Why did you leave me?"
Why would you neglect your own daughter
"Where are you now?" and
"Where is my father?"
I'm sick of sadness, secrets and lies
and the stabbing pain that makes me cry.
So I need to know right now and clear
Where are you now and why aren't you here?
Lost In Translation by
Tessa Mason
Your voice makes my pain fade away.
I looking into your eyes for a glimpse of your
hidden passions.
My eyes gleam gleam with innocence when I look
at you.
My heart jumps out, trying to reach for you,
only to get lost in translation.
I look around and all I seem to see is you.
Our souls dance with no cares, speaking only
the language of our bodies.
And as I go back into reality, again, I find
myself lost in translation
Image Burn by Mary Findley
Images burning all through the night,
Those certain images still in sight
I remember from moments ago
Memories I'll always know
Going back to places I remember the most
I sit and smile when I see your ghost
But as I reach out to touch your face
I'm soon reminded I'm alone in empty space
Run by Marshall Haworth
Today he will go for a run
To set his mind at peace
Not stopping until he's done
His legs never seem to cease
To set his mind at peace
The asphalt pounding at his feet
His legs never seem to cease
His racing heart the only beat
The asphalt pounding at his feet
A desperate breathe of air
His racing heart the only beat
A light breeze running through his hair
A desperate breathe of air
Today he will go for a run
A light breeze running through his hair
Not stopping until he's done
Life is Like a Dream by Mike Labarbera
Life is like a dream
For if dreams are broke then life is broke
If you give up on life you five up on dreams
So don't think of it like a joke
Life is like a dream
Just let your dreams flow
You got to keep your dreams tight
Just don't let your dreams go
I am Me by Mike Cusic
What makes me....... Me? What really makes me who I am?
I am me because of my family, because of the faith instilled in me as a child that, even still, gives hope when there is none to find, because my parents are still together even though the trials and difficulties marriage presents, because of wisdom from my mother and integrity form my father, because of the modern, middle class, suburban houses where I've dwelt, because of the faces of grandparents smiling, because of the love passed down through generations, yet also because of the strife between two sides of arguing relatives, because of the living 2000 miles away from the closest member of my lineage outside my home, because of 16 Christmas breakfasts and bursting stockings with an orange at the bottom resting in front of a perfectly synthetic tree, because of attending five schools in seven years, because of inhabiting five houses in three states over nearly one and a half decades, but most of all because the blessing of a connected family.
I am me because of my friends, because of imaginary villains fought with imaginary super powers, because of sleepless nights in backyards under tents eating Kit-Kats, because of Saturday morning cartoons, because Spider Man, the Ninja Turtles, Power Rangers and the X-men, because of camping beneath lush forests and foggy air with buddies, because of the all too generous kindness of "second parent" figures living down the street, because of church kids doing no-so-church-kid things, because of the expectant faces at the bottom of the repelling rock, because of the pain in confronting someone you love, because of learning how to loose a friend, because of starting over again in high school, because of meeting new people and because they're smarter than me, because of how they teach me, because of meeting a girl I love and because of knowing how far out of reach she really is, because of finally staying in one place with people who love God, but most of all because I am lucky enough to have friends.
I am me because of my gifts and curses, because after two generations of silence, I am the one who brought music back into my family, because I can "tickle the ivories" but can't find the nerve to perform, because I also play the loudest acoustic instrument created, because of the pressures and satisfactions of high school music programs, because school has always been easy, because I can always tell what someone's really like no matter how fine a façade they assume, because I can find my way around computers, because I'm not patient, because I must always resist authority, because I can't and will never be able to play sports, because I can't work in groups, and because of my difficulty with communication, but mostly because I know what I can and cannot do.
I am me.... Because I am
Forever
By Steven Weber
I want to be your lover
I want to be your friend.
I want to hold you close till the very end. .
You're all I need
The only book I want to read.
Never let me go.
Don't be afraid to let this grow.
Red roses and candlelight aren't enough
To make this moment right
I want your arms around me
I want you to be the only girl I see
So I ask you now to love me always
To share this love for the rest of our days.
The Mountain They Face
By Timothy Schutt
The time will not go as night and day
Clouded becomes them, veiled eyes of all
Along the path always traveled they will fall
Through time extended the world will grow old
Death his trick of time, and the ground goes cold
His pursuit of dark keeps him far from done
His main goal being, to blot out the sun
To ashes and waste goes the world they knew
The trees are destroyed, and hellish is hue
The people of then, become thoroughly blind
And then they search, but rarely find
Gloomy are the times, and dreary they seem
For all that is good, nothing but a dream
They seek them an end, a way to be free
Free form the forces, clearly they must be
A turning point comes, and the trumpet sounds
Joy was ever lost, yet is here now found
Hope was buried yet. Rises to survive
Love had gone away, yet returns alive
Out of the decay a spark re-ignites
The fire that once burned, returns to shine bright
For life beyond death, for future the fire fights
To sustain the hungry, to end the night
The purpose is clear, no obstacles alter
The fact that never, shall mighty God falter
His will will be done, more certain than life
And done away with, will be troubles and strife
Good is made from all, unstoppable and pure
Disease may come, but from it's made a cure
Life is reborn from a forest fire
A fresh field results, from the old quagmire
From the great desert, sprouts forth great growth
Among rocks and stones, and fertile land both
There are fields of good crops, filling barns and sheds
Grain being beat, bruised, and made into breads
Cakes of plain flour, and pastries alike
Shall serve their purpose whatever the type
Accomplishments made, and callings finished
They will return home, no longer banished
Life is but a stage, a passing by-gone
It's like a thin line looked at head on
From high dimensions, their time is a dot
Infinitesimal, more precisely than not
Short though it may be, great bearing it holds
On life after death, in heavens many folds
A slave a leader, it's thus they shall ask
What shall I be lord, what is my task?
Now they set their course, for future all time
Where are they going? How high do they climb?
Decisions they face, and choices they make
Determine the path, predestined by fate
Love
by
Nicole Wellems
L ove Is Like The Wind,
Unseen But Still It's Felt,
Its Chill Will Freeze Your Bones,
And Its Warmth Will Make You Melt
Kindness Is A Virtue,
As Everybody Knows,
But It Is Not A Trait,
That Everybody Shows
Joy Is Simply Wonderful,
And Wishes To Be Spread,
Like fire, It Desires Life,
And Is Remembered When Its Dead
Truth Is Not The Answer,
Opposite How It Appears,
If It Will Hurt A Person
Lie 'Til You're In Tears
Pain Cannot Be Seen
But Still Is Known To Be
For All Who Feel, Feel It
Whether It Be You or Me
Tears Are Only Weakness
So Shedding Them Is Good
For This Will Make You Stronger
Well, Anyway, It Should
Ignorance Is Truly Bliss
Not Knowing What Is True
Unless It Is Of Suffering
Of People Close To You
Beauty Is Simplistic
And Truly A Blessing
It's Not Always Easy Though
To Know What You're Loving
This Brings Us Back To Love
Which Comes Along With Hope
Which Inspires Us To Stick It Out
When We Most Need To Cope
The Heavens by Steven Weber
Purpose driven, and following the skies
I only found myself clearing away from the world's lies
Wars and death not the reason we're here
I found focus in peace and tranquility to be clear
Wisdom developed in time, Self-interest isn't a crime
I will rise above and find my place in the stars
Erase all the pain, be happy, erase the scars
Now that I found myself in the heavens doing well
Free from terror, death and hell
What We Have Lost by Kathryn Sullivan
Endless sea of waving gold
Stir gently in a breath of wind
Whispering your secrets
To the attentive listener
Standing in this vast ocean
Lonely, open plains
Give way to nature's pyramid
Clothed in fragments pines
Still solid, unbroken by mankind
Inhabited by wild things
Jagged stone teeth
Gasp the cloudless sky in thy mighty jaws
That heartbreakingly blue stretch
Touching down at the farthest horizon
At the very end of the eyes' reach
Glittering jewels in the heavens
Shining in breathtaking blue stretch
Layer upon layer of diamond dust
Where the mind can soar unimpeded
No planes, no satellites to fool the mind
Starlight, star bright,
Endless plain of amber,
Stoic mountains, still undiscovered
Smokeless skies arching over all
Caught in between, the breathless child of Earth
Never again will your beauty be as it was
Before the hand of man broke you, hid you,
And parceled you in wire
Oh fairest lost, forgive your stewards
We have not forgotten you
Long must we wait
Before we can join your endless dance
Be patient, loving mother,
Though only in our sleeping dreams
Will you be so beautiful again
The Forest's Heart by Alicia Neiry
Hurry! The moon is almost upbut quiet! Oh so quiet-if you disturb the silence
of the Forrest
we'll never find her.
There! By the edge of the trees, do you see?
A lone, slight figure
Hardly more than another shadow in the night
Or so she's like us to believe
Wait, now, until the moon's spell is complete
And she won't flee from our presence.
Ah, see now-she is tempted to step into the open,
Into the caress of the silver light
But the forest retains its embrace
Step lightly now, but don't take your eyes off her
Or you might lose her forever.
Now! As she steps forward, the shadows are
Finally banished, and the soft light reveals her
A lithe, slender woman, a silver flame in
The moonlight,
The forest's heart come to life.
She lifts her face to the sky and
Spreads her arms; the wind
Twirls her long, dark hair into enigmatic designs
The grass ripples around her, beckoning to her,
And suddenly that's tall the invitation she needs
Twirling, leaping, running, jumping
Her body pays a tribute to her ancient friends
The forest watches her protectively
But can no longer contain the spirit
That now dances in the light of the moon,
Her moon,
In a moment everlasting, of her own creation
A song wells up from the depths of
Her soul,
And as she dances, the melody becomes a
Part of her, a part of the dance as well
Its haunting notes echoing throughout eternity
Sending the men back into their pasts
To a time of wildness, with strange, thick forests
And cold winds and enchantingly beautiful skies;
A time of beauty, savage beauty that haunts
One's soul
And makes your heart ache to think of it now
Knowing that once you were a part of it,
But that tie has somehow been lost forever
Leaving the men only able to watch as
The sun's rays break the silver silence
Sending the svelte figure back into the
Depths of Her forest,
Its all-seeing light slowly drying the tears
That glisten of the men's faces.
The Beach
By Jasmine Thompson
The waves roll gently against the rocks.
The ocean refreshes me, like a cool breeze on a summer's
day.
Crabs scurry across the sand, like so many little people searching
for a place to hide.
Cotton ball clouds float endlessly over the sea, looking soft
and fluffy, ready to blow away.
Cliffs as big as the sky, shaped like shark fins, arch high
into the air.
The empty seashells are memories, the last remaining evidence
of what once was.
As I lay on the sand, the sun smiles down at me.
by Ryan Freedle
On a bright day at the beginning of March
Blue skies, warm sun, snow on the gutters
The beginning of a new season
Patience can come readily here
The caress of a light breeze on my cheek
The sight of trees reclaiming their former beauty as grass does
the same
Nature calling to me like the sweet whisper of someone loved
Patience and happiness can come readily here
Dodging cracks in the sidewalk in weather fit for a T-shirt
Laying beneath the sky wondering about life's mysteries
The sweet tingle of lemonade on my tongue
Patience, happiness, and satisfaction can come readily here
Nights with good friends, good times, good memories
Enjoying the company of people you love and respect
A sparkling moon viewed on calm water
Peace can come readily here
Balance in my mind
Balance in my body
Balance in my soul
I am at peace
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