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wow thats a cool poem! i like the rhyme scheme from it, i have a wierd rhyme pattern, but if you look hard enough, you can find it, but hey that was great! i love reading other ppls work, it gives me another perspective 3nodding

Wow, those are gorgeous poems. Y'know I wanna name one of my sons Zion Silas, if/when I have kids. I can't wait and I'm only 16 sweatdrop When God gives me a husband, I'll finally be able to become a mom. But anyways...
My favorite poet is Helen Keller. Most ppl think that she was just a vegetable sitting on a couch, but she has so much insight to things she's never experienced. It amazes me. This is my favorite poem by her.

~ In the Garden of the Lord ~
by Helen Keller
~ The word of God came unto me,
Sitting alone among the multitudes;
And my blind eyes were touched with light.
And there was laid upon my lips a flame of fire.

I laugh and shout for life is good,
Though my feet are set in silent ways.
In merry mood I leave the crowd
To walk in my garden. Ever as I walk
I gather fruits and flowers in my hands.
And with a joyful heart I bless the sun
That kindles all the place with radiant life.

I run with playful winds that blow the scent
Of rose and jessamine in eddying whirls.
At last I come to where tall lilies grow,
Lifting their faces like white saints to God.
While the lilies pray, I kneel upon the ground;
I have strayed into the holy temple of the Lord. ~

This one I wrote. Inspired by "There is a Treason at Sea" by dc Talk

~There is a mutiny at sea.
And the only one left living is me.
I never thought I’d the last to stand
With a bloody sword in my hand.
I look around and see all the dead bodies lay askew.
Yet I feel justified in knowing that the righteous on this ship were few.
Only me, in fact.
But now I feel that with the devil I’ve made a pact.
I’m sure that once these men’s hearts were plagued with few anomalies.
Maybe, at one point in time, they even had honest jobs, ambitions, and families.
Then they gave it all away for a crooked life of piracy.
And who am I to speak against any one of them?
Was I once not considered their friend?
Yes, I was a trusted ally and shipmate.
How sad it is that this should be their fate.
Yet, hark! One lone deep voice calls to me.
I wonder, oh who could it be?
I look around, but not one man breathes.
Again, there it is!
How soft and sweet.
But who on earth could be calling to me?
A third time now, the beautiful voice sings.
Then I realize that it dances not from the ship, but from the sea.
I rush to the starboard side, for from there the sound is most perceived.
I look over and there is a magnificent man, so peaceful, so serene.
He speaks so kindly to me, yet his message is not so sweet.
“My little bird, was have you done?
Could you not see that dealing death is not a game played for fun?
You have slain so many men today.
And now on deck their bloody bodies are arrayed.
You thought they were good at heart,
But now you can distinguish how they’ve torn your life apart.
I can see the anguish in your eyes
From all the abuse and pain and lies.
You lost your innocence when you were young,
So many times your hope was wrung.
But you dared to believe
And now you have been set free.
You have regained your life with hope anew.
Yet now what do you plan to do?
You are stranded in the middle of the sea
And so many have lost their lives to thee.
You know the penalty for murder is death.
Should I punish you and send you to your hell?”
His words cut deep and chill my soul.
How can he know me so well, this stranger?
Am I now in greater danger?
Will he truly give my rightful due
Or will there be other paths to pursue?
“I know, small lady that you killed out of self-preservation
Yet death seems your only destination.
But wait! Suppose I could give you life improved?
In stead of the punishment you deserve,
What if I offered you my word?
My promise I made two thousand years ago,
The assurance of eternal life in Heaven with my Father.
I'll give you back your innocence and wash you white as snow
Because I love you so much that I died,
I have come again to stand by your side.
I offer this gift freely to you
And there will be no more justice due.
No longer will you belong to Satan,
I will make you a beautiful new creation.”
The man’s words strike deep
And somehow I know his word he’d keep.
So I close my eyes and say prayer.
Then suddenly, Lord, you are there.
heart Stephanie

man thats an awesome poem!!! i like the setting for it, i have some poems that are like that, ones that have a setting for it, those are kinda hard to do, because you have to create the tone and atmosphere for it, i'll post another poem of mine soon here

that is good 3nodding 3nodding

this is my first actually worthwhile poem...its about a guy who thinks about suicide and decides not to cause he sees how wonderful life is (life = the forest, rain = trouble and hardships)
Rain 11/18/2003
Slowly the rain is begining to decent,

rippling every puddle it meets

the moon above in its crecent

is hidden from sight by a sheet

Still more the rain pours down,

even worse than before

turning the ground ugly dirt brown

suddenly, this place has become a bore

As I near the end of this path I find it interesting, this

the forest is done with its bath

and I notice how beautiful it is

sweatdrop last one for a while...
What is love? 12/11/2003
Many people

many cases

many wed underneath the steeple

many emotions in their faces

What is this

that binds them so?

some say ignorance is bliss

but I say no

This feeling

love it is named

hard to be dealing with

with, and so it is blamed

Still, a good reputation it owns

sought after by many

ruling over phones

because Cory is talking to Jenny

My special case

is written further on

but still, not enough space

is provided to write the whole story upon

Scientifically speaking

when love takes effect

insides start tweaking

and the brain doesnt connect

Suddenly, it's hard to breathe

your gaze focused down

hand retreated into your sleeve

it is impossible to frown

Emotionally now,

that's much different

at first, unsure

it gets better then worse

After this, back to better again

still, one thing is constant

this whole entire time

nervousness, which is unavoidable

Mentally inside your brain

it is quite a strain

both good and bad

playing with you just a tad

First, it's easy

to boast to your friends

then, it is all you can think about

which is bad and good

Having read this

I'm sure it's different

for you

One thing's for sure

words can't explain it

pictures tend to shame it

music even fails to express it

no medium can hope to impress it

ok tonight is not the best night for me emotionally, i feel so wounded right now, and since my usual method of getting frustrations ultimately backfired (i broke my punching bag, the 6in mouning screw came flying out after i hit the bag a few times) so i chose to write like i always do, and this is what i came out with...

Angel with a Broken Wing

Sorrow drowns me, as I fall asleep
Words have no meaning, as the pain grows deep,
And deeper and deeper I fall, the light grows darker
I can’t even crawl

I’m wounded, a broken wing
Flight was so beautiful and heavenly
But this ground I found, holds nothing for me
I want to run, but this pain ties me down
It’s starting to pull me, I’m starting to drown

I want to fly again, I want to be set free
Angel with a broken wing
I want to fly again, I want to be set free
Angel with a broken wing
I want to fly again, I want to be set free
Angel with a broken wing
Will I, ever fly, not with this broken wing

Why can’t I let you go, I don’t want to care anymore
This force inside me, wont let me hate you
I still love you just the same, I’m trying my best to not cry
I’m trying my best to not die, inside

Will you help me? Will you help me?
To fly again

By: Isaac ******

September 19, 2004
Copyrights belong to Skies of Zion

this is ultimately what i feel like inside
im the angel by the way

i was talking to my ex last night, and i know that some of the process of getting over the situation is to just talk to her, and she's going through an aweful lot with her cousin who she is extremely attached too, and shes been kinda taking it out on everyone else, well anyways she said that she wanted to stay friends with me, that she treasured our friendship a lot, well she hasnt exactly shown to prove that, and ive had friends after friends, that just put me on the back burner that only want to do something with me when its conveneint for them, and i hate that, and to me it seemed like thats what she was doing, sooo i wanted to push the issue a bit to just see what all was going on, but then she said how she thinks she may have lost all contact with her cousin, because they got into in over the phone, and then she was telling me how she is not where she needs to be with God, and that right now she just needs to self-examine herself, but of course i dont find this out until emotions are running high on my side (yeah im a real emotional guy, thats what happens when you live with women all your life, you get sensative sweatdrop blaugh ) and then we got off the phone abruptly, so i had all this pent up emotions running high, so i taped up my fists and went outside to go romp on my punching bag, and 5 minutes later i hit the bag so hard as it was swinging back toward me that i broke it, the 6in mounting screw came out, so yeah after that i came back inside and started writing whatever came to mind, and thats what i got