random poem...couldnt think of anything to write about and i made up a random rhyme scheme
You protect me from my failing plans
You save me from my own ignorance
You cradle me in your loving palms
You rescue me from my own transgressions
You redeemed me on Calvary’s cross
You discipline me with love and kindness
You don’t spite me and mock my failing plans
You don’t drown me in my ignorance
You don’t fling me from your palms
You don’t suffocate me in my own transgressions
You don’t hide from the cross
You don’t discipline me with fire and whips
But Satan does…
Showing posts with label Rhyming Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rhyming Poem. Show all posts
13 April 2009
10 April 2009
Good Friday
I started writing this poem a week ago. I didn’t even realize it was going to be about today until Sunday. Sorry it took so long. =P
Anxiously waiting, fearful of death
The spirit is willing, not so the flesh.
Arrested and judged by sinful men,
Then beaten and mocked, then beaten again.
Allowed no rest, You’re taken outside
For once again You will be tried.
Since no fault was found they took You away
To see what another would have to say.
King Herod holds a “trial” by name.
And here the verdict is just the same.
Now they must take You back once again
To the place from which You were last sent.
Pilate sentence You to be flogged,
Hoping to please the angry mob.
Exhausted and weary, broken and tired,
A moment of rest was all You desired.
But You were brought before the people once more
And weak from the beating You fell to the floor.
The people there watching shouted aloud.
“Crucify Him!” was the cry of the crowd.
Trying to keep the nails from Your hands,
Not wanting to give in to their demands,
Trying to please the people he saw,
Pilate remembered a part of the law.
He gave them a choice between the two:
A murderer and the King of the Jews.
They shouted all the louder now.
“Free Barabbas!” shouts the crowd.
And so the decision had been made
And on Your back the beam was laid.
As splinters dig into Your skin
Your final journey now begins.
You struggled just to take a step
As people all around You wept.
You silently pray for the strength You lack
While the cross grows heavy on Your back.
Finally, the weight of the cross came down
And brought Your weary body to the ground.
The cross is too heavy, the burden too great.
Your body pinned down by this hideous weight.
Then right out of nowhere, the pressure is gone.
The cross has been lifted and now You go on.
You watch as a soldier transfers the beam
To the soldiers of a man from Cyrene.
As You stumble on, You hear the crowd’s scorns
Mocking Your soiled, imperfect form.
When You lift up Your weary head,
You see Your road has finally come to an end.
The cross is picked up and gently put down
While soldiers grab You and You’re thrown to the ground.
The breath knocked from Your lungs, the shred of Your back torn,
Your scalp impaled by ever-piercing thorns.
The soldiers drive nails into Your wrists with violence.
Cries of pain and agony shattering the silence.
As the cross is lifted into place,
The crowd mocks Your groans of pain.
Then Your feet put together, the nail driven in
Piercing through Your tender skin.
The soldiers’ tasks are finally through.
“Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”
Some people are shocked, amazed and perplexed.
The Pharisees are angry, confused and vexed.
The crowd starts to lessen, some start to leave,
While You hang there, struggling, trying to breathe.
Inexpressible agony, turmoil, and shame.
Every motion causing more searing pain.
Then You look up and see the very last face
You could ever wish to see in this place.
The face of a woman, stained with her tears.
The face of Your mother, now filled with fear.
The physical pain of pushing up to exhale,
The emotional pain of giving her to John’s care.
Your body sinks down, cramps take control.
You weary eyes closed, Your head hanging low.
This is the image of Your perfect love:
God’s punishment poured out on His perfect Son.
The sky starts to darken with no sign of clouds,
Scaring away most of the crowd.
Your tongue starts to swell, Your throat parched and dry,
And longing for water, You let out a cry.
What others call cruelty the soldiers called mercy:
Giving vinegar to a Man who was thirsty.
The hour has come. It’s finally the end.
You surrender You spirit to the Father’s hands.
Then pushing Yourself up the last time that day,
You cried, “It is finished!” The dept has been paid.
Now what does this have to do with me?
I believe He did this to set me free.
And I also believe that on that day,
He was thinking of me the entire way.
Every step, every wound, every drop of blood.
I know that He was thinking of us.
Every moment and second of that fateful day
He was thinking of each of us by name.
Every second of the day that He died
The face of a sinner flashed before His eyes.
That’s why He held on and went all the way.
“It is Finished!” He cried. The debt has been paid.
Anxiously waiting, fearful of death
The spirit is willing, not so the flesh.
Arrested and judged by sinful men,
Then beaten and mocked, then beaten again.
Allowed no rest, You’re taken outside
For once again You will be tried.
Since no fault was found they took You away
To see what another would have to say.
King Herod holds a “trial” by name.
And here the verdict is just the same.
Now they must take You back once again
To the place from which You were last sent.
Pilate sentence You to be flogged,
Hoping to please the angry mob.
Exhausted and weary, broken and tired,
A moment of rest was all You desired.
But You were brought before the people once more
And weak from the beating You fell to the floor.
The people there watching shouted aloud.
“Crucify Him!” was the cry of the crowd.
Trying to keep the nails from Your hands,
Not wanting to give in to their demands,
Trying to please the people he saw,
Pilate remembered a part of the law.
He gave them a choice between the two:
A murderer and the King of the Jews.
They shouted all the louder now.
“Free Barabbas!” shouts the crowd.
And so the decision had been made
And on Your back the beam was laid.
As splinters dig into Your skin
Your final journey now begins.
You struggled just to take a step
As people all around You wept.
You silently pray for the strength You lack
While the cross grows heavy on Your back.
Finally, the weight of the cross came down
And brought Your weary body to the ground.
The cross is too heavy, the burden too great.
Your body pinned down by this hideous weight.
Then right out of nowhere, the pressure is gone.
The cross has been lifted and now You go on.
You watch as a soldier transfers the beam
To the soldiers of a man from Cyrene.
As You stumble on, You hear the crowd’s scorns
Mocking Your soiled, imperfect form.
When You lift up Your weary head,
You see Your road has finally come to an end.
The cross is picked up and gently put down
While soldiers grab You and You’re thrown to the ground.
The breath knocked from Your lungs, the shred of Your back torn,
Your scalp impaled by ever-piercing thorns.
The soldiers drive nails into Your wrists with violence.
Cries of pain and agony shattering the silence.
As the cross is lifted into place,
The crowd mocks Your groans of pain.
Then Your feet put together, the nail driven in
Piercing through Your tender skin.
The soldiers’ tasks are finally through.
“Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”
Some people are shocked, amazed and perplexed.
The Pharisees are angry, confused and vexed.
The crowd starts to lessen, some start to leave,
While You hang there, struggling, trying to breathe.
Inexpressible agony, turmoil, and shame.
Every motion causing more searing pain.
Then You look up and see the very last face
You could ever wish to see in this place.
The face of a woman, stained with her tears.
The face of Your mother, now filled with fear.
The physical pain of pushing up to exhale,
The emotional pain of giving her to John’s care.
Your body sinks down, cramps take control.
You weary eyes closed, Your head hanging low.
This is the image of Your perfect love:
God’s punishment poured out on His perfect Son.
The sky starts to darken with no sign of clouds,
Scaring away most of the crowd.
Your tongue starts to swell, Your throat parched and dry,
And longing for water, You let out a cry.
What others call cruelty the soldiers called mercy:
Giving vinegar to a Man who was thirsty.
The hour has come. It’s finally the end.
You surrender You spirit to the Father’s hands.
Then pushing Yourself up the last time that day,
You cried, “It is finished!” The dept has been paid.
Now what does this have to do with me?
I believe He did this to set me free.
And I also believe that on that day,
He was thinking of me the entire way.
Every step, every wound, every drop of blood.
I know that He was thinking of us.
Every moment and second of that fateful day
He was thinking of each of us by name.
Every second of the day that He died
The face of a sinner flashed before His eyes.
That’s why He held on and went all the way.
“It is Finished!” He cried. The debt has been paid.
07 April 2009
Hero
Do you know that you hurt me?
I loved you- I still do.
You're my sister, my friend, my hero.
All I wanted was to be like you.
But as I grew, I learned
You weren't what I wanted to be.
Your life was headed the wrong way,
But that was something I didn't see.
Now I know how mistaken you were;
Your life was full of darkness and sin.
I want to show you the truth, the light,
But you're not willing to let Him in.
Won't you listen to what I say?
Become the girl I thought you were.
Then maybe you will be a hero someday.
I loved you- I still do.
You're my sister, my friend, my hero.
All I wanted was to be like you.
But as I grew, I learned
You weren't what I wanted to be.
Your life was headed the wrong way,
But that was something I didn't see.
Now I know how mistaken you were;
Your life was full of darkness and sin.
I want to show you the truth, the light,
But you're not willing to let Him in.
Won't you listen to what I say?
Become the girl I thought you were.
Then maybe you will be a hero someday.
Dogs are Man's Best Friend
Dogs, they say are mans best friend.
They stay with you no matter what the cause.
Dogs are spunky, but yet they sleep all curled.
Dogs are obedient, so shake their paws.
You can train your dog to do tasks and tricks.
Reward your dog when he does what you want.
When he is pleased, he comes to you and licks.
Treat your dog with kindness; do not ever taunt.
dogs are protectors when danger is near.
Dogs are compassionate when you feel blue.
When dogs want something they are very clear.
Grooming and feeding your dog you must do.
Dogs can become a big part of your life.
Love your dog each day as you would your wife.
They stay with you no matter what the cause.
Dogs are spunky, but yet they sleep all curled.
Dogs are obedient, so shake their paws.
You can train your dog to do tasks and tricks.
Reward your dog when he does what you want.
When he is pleased, he comes to you and licks.
Treat your dog with kindness; do not ever taunt.
dogs are protectors when danger is near.
Dogs are compassionate when you feel blue.
When dogs want something they are very clear.
Grooming and feeding your dog you must do.
Dogs can become a big part of your life.
Love your dog each day as you would your wife.
06 April 2009
Rhyming Poem
I hear the engine of your car.
I can't bear to watch you leave.
You're probably not gonna get too far,
but nothing's changing if I plead.
Either you tell me what I did wrong
or I'll keep making excuses for you.
All I know is that you've moved along.
I'll drown for awhile but I'll make it through.
Now you won't have to see me anymore.
I'm all alone to fight this fear.
If you ever regret slamming that door
please know that you're not welcome here.
I can't bear to watch you leave.
You're probably not gonna get too far,
but nothing's changing if I plead.
Either you tell me what I did wrong
or I'll keep making excuses for you.
All I know is that you've moved along.
I'll drown for awhile but I'll make it through.
Now you won't have to see me anymore.
I'm all alone to fight this fear.
If you ever regret slamming that door
please know that you're not welcome here.
Rhyming poem
My heart is being torn in two
The wound is still fresh, and stinging with pain
I just cannot seem to even begin to understand you.
Why aren’t we enough? Do we cause you shame?
Do not sign that paper.
Do not swear by that oath.
Please, just tell me, who am I to blame?
Why won’t you look deep into their eyes?
Why do you refuse to see the pain,
that I pray won’t lead to their demise?
I can feel the terror on their hearts. What could you possibly gain?
You are killing them!
You are never here or looking, but I see
the fear and torture I pray will mend.
But I fear that only a lifetime could even begin to slightly ease.
They do not deserve this,
they gave you nothing but love.
Yet not, I feel all our hopes throttling into a black abyss.
I just want to try to shield out the pain with my covers!
I hope this does not tear us beyond repair,
my heart could not begin to handle that.
I want to scream to everyone that this is not fair!
But I am helpless, and my screams silent.
I can only pray,
and hope in my dreams that this nightmare will go away!
Although I know, that when I awake,
I will be forced to cope with this horrible dream day after weary day.
The wound is still fresh, and stinging with pain
I just cannot seem to even begin to understand you.
Why aren’t we enough? Do we cause you shame?
Do not sign that paper.
Do not swear by that oath.
Please, just tell me, who am I to blame?
Why won’t you look deep into their eyes?
Why do you refuse to see the pain,
that I pray won’t lead to their demise?
I can feel the terror on their hearts. What could you possibly gain?
You are killing them!
You are never here or looking, but I see
the fear and torture I pray will mend.
But I fear that only a lifetime could even begin to slightly ease.
They do not deserve this,
they gave you nothing but love.
Yet not, I feel all our hopes throttling into a black abyss.
I just want to try to shield out the pain with my covers!
I hope this does not tear us beyond repair,
my heart could not begin to handle that.
I want to scream to everyone that this is not fair!
But I am helpless, and my screams silent.
I can only pray,
and hope in my dreams that this nightmare will go away!
Although I know, that when I awake,
I will be forced to cope with this horrible dream day after weary day.
Wingless Dove
I’m sorry that I can’t get over it;
I should let you go but I can not move,
Your words are tearing me up bit by bit,
And yet I stand here like a wingless dove.
My heart stays frozen as my body falls,
I am a heap of sand washing away.
My being is dying to shed these walls,
If I trudge on my memories my fray,
You left me empty, lonely with my fears.
I wish I were a dove so light of heart,
Then I could rid my shattered heart of tears.
I would forget you but I’m in too far.
As if you never spoke those words of hate
I will be waiting, for you are my fate.
I should let you go but I can not move,
Your words are tearing me up bit by bit,
And yet I stand here like a wingless dove.
My heart stays frozen as my body falls,
I am a heap of sand washing away.
My being is dying to shed these walls,
If I trudge on my memories my fray,
You left me empty, lonely with my fears.
I wish I were a dove so light of heart,
Then I could rid my shattered heart of tears.
I would forget you but I’m in too far.
As if you never spoke those words of hate
I will be waiting, for you are my fate.
Hate Within
I feel like my life is just crap
Everything seems like a trap
But everyone disagrees
Who are they to judge me
I'm bound to get hurt in some way
I don't give a damn what people say
Everyone should mind their business
This isn't kindergarten so what is this
I think all of this is a bunch of s**t
You might as well teach a six year old to take a hit
They'll end up just as messed up as I am
Become isolated like a clam
Hating people who talk behind my back
They are dummies on crack
I feel more worthless then the cheapest gem
I don't understand them
Its my turn to speak out
I don't care if i have to shout
Its not me you have to fear
Its the hate that brings the tears
The hate within brings out the worst in me.
Everything seems like a trap
But everyone disagrees
Who are they to judge me
I'm bound to get hurt in some way
I don't give a damn what people say
Everyone should mind their business
This isn't kindergarten so what is this
I think all of this is a bunch of s**t
You might as well teach a six year old to take a hit
They'll end up just as messed up as I am
Become isolated like a clam
Hating people who talk behind my back
They are dummies on crack
I feel more worthless then the cheapest gem
I don't understand them
Its my turn to speak out
I don't care if i have to shout
Its not me you have to fear
Its the hate that brings the tears
The hate within brings out the worst in me.
Heart to Heart
It’s cracked, smashed, and strewn across the floor.
Isn’t our friendship valuable anymore?
We were tighter than you-know-who’s favorite pants.
My first sleepover and oh-so-many rants,
Those memories have always brought smiles to my face.
But now your voice only delivers
Bitterness and curses that make me shiver.
Come on girl, this just isn’t cool,
You always knew how to act, knew what to do.
Always the role model, making the pace,
Can this ever be repaired?
Could we ever forget everything we’ve shared?
Have we both changed so much,
That our hearts can no longer touch
And blend like one person again?
Please tell me that none of this is true.
I don’t think that this heart would work without you.
So let’s apologize and forget what’s been said;
We can erase this story, it hasn’t yet been read.
Hand in hand, you and I will walk around this bend.
The Cut
The Cut
My heart is bounded in steel-iron chains
Shackled and tortured, it bleeds from your game
It churns with sorrow, from being blatantly spurned
I wish you hadn't come back, I wish you hadn't returned
You came and abused me, you wanted a gory encore
Decieved me, then left me for dead in my blood on the floor
You cut your name in my skin over my fluttering heart
That razors edge so sharp, cut deep from our start
Now black do I bleed, and ill do I feign
These cuts on my chest are all that remain
I can't wait for their healing, these scars they grow worse
Your name branded on my body is your death wish, your curse
I can remember you pull that sheet over me, yards of cambric
And as everything paled, I saw your eyes shine Sadistic
You desired my ruin and more, to melt my wings that made me free
And as Icarus, you wanted me to fall from glory and drown in the sea
Now your tears burn red and your blood burns black
And this sin that you've conjured will one day come back
And with the dead I will rise in the full of the moon
And I'll take your life, and wrap you in your my own cambric tomb
- Emoesque
My heart is bounded in steel-iron chains
Shackled and tortured, it bleeds from your game
It churns with sorrow, from being blatantly spurned
I wish you hadn't come back, I wish you hadn't returned
You came and abused me, you wanted a gory encore
Decieved me, then left me for dead in my blood on the floor
You cut your name in my skin over my fluttering heart
That razors edge so sharp, cut deep from our start
Now black do I bleed, and ill do I feign
These cuts on my chest are all that remain
I can't wait for their healing, these scars they grow worse
Your name branded on my body is your death wish, your curse
I can remember you pull that sheet over me, yards of cambric
And as everything paled, I saw your eyes shine Sadistic
You desired my ruin and more, to melt my wings that made me free
And as Icarus, you wanted me to fall from glory and drown in the sea
Now your tears burn red and your blood burns black
And this sin that you've conjured will one day come back
And with the dead I will rise in the full of the moon
And I'll take your life, and wrap you in your my own cambric tomb
- Emoesque
05 April 2009
Un-Named
I sit here and I see a blank screen.
I’ll remain here forever, or till I’m 19.
Normally poetry is a delight,
But I can’t envision anything to write.
Earlier topics for this assignment,
Were in my very intelligent alignment.
At the moment I can’t imagine anything new.
And I really want to bid you Adieu!
My mind is exerting all possible words,
But it seems to be functioning backwards.
Out of all this babbling stupidity,
I seem to own an un-known ability.
I have composed a masterpiece.
That now is finally about to decease.
I’ll remain here forever, or till I’m 19.
Normally poetry is a delight,
But I can’t envision anything to write.
Earlier topics for this assignment,
Were in my very intelligent alignment.
At the moment I can’t imagine anything new.
And I really want to bid you Adieu!
My mind is exerting all possible words,
But it seems to be functioning backwards.
Out of all this babbling stupidity,
I seem to own an un-known ability.
I have composed a masterpiece.
That now is finally about to decease.
Rhyming Poem
Plaid Skirts and Polo Shirts
Looking back into the past
makes me realize life is going by way too fast.
I now appreciate my carefree days
as I seek to find my way through life's crazy maze.
Freshman year was full of ups and downs;
old friends lost and new friends found.
Building new friendships, stregthening old,
giggling at sleepovers while secrets are told.
Summertime comes bringing its usual relief,
enjoying endless days and nights while holding on to the belief,
That these are the best times ever
in that sweet, sweet summer weather.
But then fall comes around and school once again,
the first day I'm ready to catch up with my friends.
Tenth grade was a time of laughter and fun,
being with friends and not getting much done.
Summer came and went with its usual speed,
there were whispers of college but I paid them no heed.
Junior year my world turns upside-down,
smiling on the outside, trying to cover a frown.
Homework, S.A.T's, papers, and tests,
trying to determine which college is best.
After one last summer, I'm ready for senior year,
leaving my mark, before I depart with tears.
Making memories that will last forever,
wishing we could always stay together.
The future is a huge uncertain abyss,
when high school is over I will certaintly miss,
All the joys and the hurts,
in those plaid skirts and polo shirts.
02 April 2009
Rhyming Poem
Disney
I drive to my Aunt's house
So we can go see Mickey Mouse
We will have so much fun
We will be tanning in the sun
We will have to travel far
But it will not leave a scar
Because we will stop at Cracker Barrel
My life will not be left in peril
Disney is the place where my dreams come true
Where I can splash in the water so blue
Taking naps in midday
So at night I can be happy and gay
Space Mountain is my favorite ride
If I said it is not scary, I lied
My favorite place on earth
ever since my birth
I drive to my Aunt's house
So we can go see Mickey Mouse
We will have so much fun
We will be tanning in the sun
We will have to travel far
But it will not leave a scar
Because we will stop at Cracker Barrel
My life will not be left in peril
Disney is the place where my dreams come true
Where I can splash in the water so blue
Taking naps in midday
So at night I can be happy and gay
Space Mountain is my favorite ride
If I said it is not scary, I lied
My favorite place on earth
ever since my birth
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