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this is a poem my grandma made..


My Friend Lord

I have a friend, a friend indeed.
He is my friend in time of need.
In the morning, I talk to Him,
In the evening we visit again.
He's my best friend, His name is Lord.

When problems come, and hurts arise,
I raise my head up to the skies.
He steadies me with his right hand,
and holds me close until I stand.
He's my loving friend, His name is Savior.

Now, who could doubt his Majesty?
This loving, kindly friend I see.
He's always my friend when things go bad,
and He's also there when I am glad.
He's my faithful friend, His name is Christ.

So, if you have need of this great friend,
When love for you will never end.
Reach out, and Pray; He'll hear, you know,
He's always around, His love to show.
He's Our Best Friend, His name is Jesus.

By biggrin ee A. Schrorder

I hope you guys like....I wrote it at like two in the morning I was inspired by a youth sermon I heard

A typical teenager,
I hear it all the time,
Yet again that same old line,
It says we?re lazy, hazy, and even crude,
We sit and do nothing but stare at the tube,
How we work is do nothing all day
and with our video games we play,
No sports, no band,
Nothing extra at all
Except maybe a shopping trip to the mall,
Reading a book is out of the question,
And the world cries out in desperation,
?We will conquer what teenagers are this,
and ruin their typical fantasy bliss!?
Typical you say,
Well what about me?
Am I that way?
How would you know?
Cause all that you think,
Is I?m a stubborn-headed, drug abusing, kid who drinks,
Oh please, where?d you get that!
From some chart,
Or maybe some graph?
Huh, so you read a few numbers
Good for you,
Now how about a lesson to change your attitude,
Yes, I won?t lie some of us do that,
But I know a lot of kids who won?t do crack,
They?re smart and intelligent
With goals to achieve,
They set the high standards
To make the bank glow green,
Oh no, that?s not what the world says of us,
We walk the streets,
It?s drugs or bust!
We?re rock n? roll lovin? with our gothic friends,
And to peer pressure we easily bend,
We hang out with the wrong crowds,
And all we have are foul mouths,
For our curfews we never come home on time,
And we look a little different,
Is that a crime?
We?re obviously not old enough to make our own decisions,
Plus we never really learn to ask
For parents permission,
Please, give it a rest,
I?ve heard enough,
I?m sick of this typical teenager stuff,
I hate being stereotyped,
I?m not like everyone else,
I won?t be another book upon your shelf,
Now, of course I?ll rebel
It?s an independence thing,
But that?s just my voice,
I?m stating what I think,
I hate this typical teenager crap,
It makes me mad cause we?re not all are like that,
Yes, I?ll admit I like TV,
and video games too,
they?re not all that bad,
plus it?s just something to do,
So some statistic says this and it says that,
Again it?s this typical teenager crap,
Now, let me get this straight,
it says we?re all alike?
Whoa, man have you gone crossed eyed,
Look, for goodness sake were not zombies,
All of us are different
With different personalities,
Write, dance, sing, or work,
We?re not all typical and that really hurts,
Some drug abusing teen,
That?s far from true,
It?s not all of us, just a few,
I for one have dreams, goals, and ambitions,
Do ya get it, are ya seein? my message?
I like to be different that?s what makes me unique,
To show what I can do and who I can be,
I have talents and gifts that set me apart,
Things that I hold dear and close to my heart,
But that?s not me,
no way can that be,
I can?t be different and that?s what you think,
None of us act or look the same,
And that?s kinda cool,
Cause if we were that?d be a drool,
Do you see my meaning am I getting through?
I am better than what you think is true,
I can turn thoughts into actions,
And make people see,
I?m not a stereotype,
Why should I be?
My actions can be my words
Sometimes enough said,
Oh, and funny enough,
I can be well read,
Here, I?m stating it
no longer a plea,
With your help,
it?s all I need,
I?m making a change,
How about you?
No more typical teen, I?m through!!
Christ gave us a goal to keep
And if we follow, we will reap
The picture of not your typical teen;
We?re setting the stage,
Setting the standards high,
For here we are and this is our cry,
In speech our language will be crisp and clear,
No more potty words, do ya hear?
Our lives will be great,
An awesome attitude we?ll have,
And as for as loving others,
We?ll get it down fast;
Now faith will be our example,
For anyone who watches,
Just wait,
A new standard of life will crash down upon us!
and purity is something not always understood,
As for us,
Sex is not good,
Morals and values are important,
So we?ll keep them to heart,
After all it?s not something available at Wal-Mart,
I?m calling out please all the Christians answer,
And help me strive for something better,
Help me break from typical teen
And from stereotyping teenager things,
Put all things down that may,
Dictate us to be this way,
Break the chains formed be those stupid charts and graphs,
And step off the road to make our own paths,
If we can do this together,
My brothers and sisters,
we?ll make things better,
Better for us and those all around,
Who knows maybe we won?t be put down,
Down anymore for who we are,
And who we were,
We?re standin? up cause we?re sure
We?re showin? the world what to see,
Showin? just how capable we can be;
Us teens can do more than what you know,
And pretty soon my thought will grow,
Our old image will be cast aside,
And all of us will have the pride,
To let the world hear,
To stand up and fight,
We?ll hold our image,
And hold on tight
Cause we won?t be any more,
Some object to a lesson,
No, we?re stepping through the door
We?ll make it known,
and we?ll push it hard,
Ha, now we have pulled the high card,
So, please join with me and proudly say
That typical teen can be blown away
By our yell,
By our cry,
And by that pride we hold inside,
I know I have it,
And I know I?m right,
?I?m not your typical teenage stereotype!?
So let?s say it together,
Let?s say it with pride,
?We won?t just be pushed aside,
we?re no longer your typical teenage stereotype!!?

Sorry it's so long

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bumping this.

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written at a Fall Retreat after the group was told to go off alone and describe how we feel.

who do i turn to
when i am to one to aid?

who can understand my deepest thoughts
and fears?

i am the listening ear
the good
the kind
the rightous friend . . .

where can i turn
and not be scorned?


i turn to You
my Protector
my Healer
my Faithful Creator

love of my soul
joy of my song . . .

i turn to You

Hmm....I have four poems to put up right now. If I write more, I'll add them when I remember.

This first one is called Priority. It's kind of a rant, I think we're all guilty of at least part of it....

We live in an imperfect world,
the world at our fingertips
priorities misaligned.
Work was assigned,
but the playstation is calling.
Gucci handbags, baby phat jeans,
but your baby is starving,
because you don't understand
the difference between wants and needs.
You have to buy makeup,
to have the perfect face.
But the between your ears,
does anything occupy that space?
We're told to be smarter
We're told to be stronger,
but curricula are dumbed down
as we pack on the pounds.
Another beautiful day
spent in front of televisions gray.
Who's the biggest flirt?
Who has the sexiest skirt?
What happened to modesty?
And what about honesty?
“I slammed the door in his face.”
Did you ever try holding it open?
“Because she's hot”
I hear this a lot.
Beauty changes,
but health does not.
Smoking is sexy...
Until you're in a hospital with lung cancer.
You're out to get plastered tonight
I'm passing my classes, that's right.
You heard me, and your parents, and your teachers,
And you care, but you won't admit it,
lest the guy next to you call you a “pansy.”
Why is it so much easier to say “I hate you,”
than it is to say “I love you.”
“How did the Red Sox do last night?”
Instead of “are you busy tonight?”
Afraid to share, lest we dare
to show we actually care.
Because sweetness is so often
mistaken for weakness.
But we're all guilty, everyone.
What's the point of improving?
Nobody's perfect...


This one is called Dawn, written while wondering what God has planned for me...

It has been dark quite some time now,
But before I was sleeping,
So I didn't notice the darkness.
A darkness of innocence, ignorance.
I wonder when the light will come,
If it comes
What it will look like...
I stumble about, bumping into things
But what are they?
I can feel them, but I cannot see.
I can only guess as to what they are,
Let alone why they are there
Or what purpose they serve, if any.
When will I find out? When will I know?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

I can see faint outlines now.
Shadows, hints, ideas forming in my mind.
The darkness plays tricks,
Causing me to doubt.
What if I'm wrong?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

The faint light is growing,
Things are shifting, changing.
I can see a few details now, but they are blurred, faded.
These objects serve a purpose,
That I can tell.
But what is it? When will I know?
Will I know at all?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...

I can distinguish some faded colors now.
These objects seem to fit together,
But how? Why?
Are these objects meant to be mine?

I'm watching, wondering, waiting...



The next two are poems on the subject of being in love with someone you can't have because they're not saved (it's frustrating):

I'm sitting here, another lonely night.
I miss you, do you miss me too?
As much as I do, you?
Will my dreams e'er come true?
Thoughts so distracting,
From my work they're detracting.
Do you suffer this distraction?
Do you share my passion?
You should know that I'm waiting
And the picture I'm painting,
Of you and I,
In my mind's eye,
Gives me hope for tomorrow.
May it not end in sorrow.
May our hearts not be broken.
The words were unspoken.
It might not show,
But do you know?
I admit it's true,
That I love you

This one is called Treasure:

I'll not be a liar,
You're the object of my desire
Placed in a box
Secured with locks
I asked a Friend for the key
He said, “We shall see”

Jesus freak-I love all four of those poems. They were very good. Good job!
Blue-It's depressing! But I like it alot. You both are very talented