Poems With Analysis

Published: May 2018

Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

Are you looking for poems with a certain technique, or do you want to learn about techniques such as using rhyming, metaphors, and personification? You'll find an Analysis of Form and Technique box that showcases poetic techniques used in these poems and provides links to articles further explaining those techniques. Are you looking for inspiration and a format to write your own poetry? Check out the Try It Yourself articles, complete with PDFs to print and begin using for your own writing.

54 Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

  1. 1. Phenomenal Woman

    Maya Angelou is one of the most influential women of our time. Her writing pulls on the hearts of many readers. In addition to her proliferous writing career, Maya Angelou has been a civil rights activist. This poem shows how even though someone is not beautiful on the outside compared to society's standards, there is an inner beauty that makes a woman even more beautiful.

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say,
    It's in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman

    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed.
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It's in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need of my care,
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

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  2. 2. Tapestry

    • By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
    • Published: March 2013

    Hi I'm Lesley, a retired teacher enjoying my three grandchildren. I started writing poetry seriously when my eleven year old daughter, Heather died suddenly in the Spring of 1995. I was able to express my feelings through verse and this helped me come to terms with the massive hole that she left in my world. So a lot of my poems mix sadness and happiness. Nature and friendship are also important to me, the beauty around us and within us.

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

    Painting A Picture With Words

    If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
    I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
    I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
    And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

    I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
    And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
    I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
    A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

    Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
    Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
    I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
    Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

    I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
    Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.

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  4. 3. The Importance Of A Sister

    Why I love my sister...

    in Sister Poems

    Why I Love My Sister Poem

    A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
    No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
    She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
    Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

    A friend who helps you through difficult times,
    Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
    A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
    These memories last for miles and miles.

    When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
    When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
    A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
    She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

    A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
    She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
    Whether you are having your ups or downs,
    She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

    With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
    She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
    Having a sister is not just a trend.
    It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

    Why I Love My Sister Poem, The Importance Of A Sister

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  5. 4. Let Me

    I met a girl in an unexpected place, and I never thought I'd fall in love with her. Getting to know each other, I realized we just share a lot of things in common. We both come from a sad past the broke our hearts. But I found home in her. I wrote this poem for her to let her know that everything's gonna be all right from now on. Just let me take care of you from here on out.

    in Romantic Poems

    I Will Take Care Of You

    Let me take care of your broken heart
    and show you how to fly.
    Let me hold you gently by the hand
    and kiss your tears goodbye.

    Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
    and out of needless rain,
    'cause all I want right now
    is to see you smile again.

    Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
    'til you sleep in my embrace,
    and I'll keep you safe and warm until
    the sunlight strokes your face.

    Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
    and I'll let you touch the skies
    to remind you of the strength I see
    when I look into your eyes.

    Let me kiss and show you what is love
    and the happiness it brings.
    You'll sail again like a butterfly
    endowed with pretty wings.

    Let me do all these to let you see
    our fates are intertwined.
    You're the accidental precious gem
    I've waited long to find.

    The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
    They knew we both belong
    to each other like words and lovely notes
    give life to every song.

    So fly with me, my beautiful one.
    It's time we leave the past.
    I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
    We're finally home at last.

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  7. 5. What I Love About You

    From his hug to his touch, his kiss, his smile, his stare, his warmth, I love everything about him.

    in Boyfriend Poems

    The sparkle in your eye,
    The warmth of your skin,
    Your breath on my neck
    That shakes me within.

    The touch of your hand,
    The smell of your hair,
    The naughtiness in your smile,
    That strength in your stare.

    Your kiss on my lips,
    Your body near mine,
    The stroke of your touch,
    Makes everything feel fine.

    The compassion in your touch,
    The power in your face,
    The beating of your heart,
    That we may never end our embrace.

    The beauty of your kiss,
    And that magic in your touch.
    It is for all these reasons and more
    Why I love you so much...

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  8. 6. My Melody

    I'm in love with a girl, but she doesn't see it, and I want her to, so I wrote this.

    in Girlfriend Poems

    Love's First Words

    Amazing and beautiful,
    not a flower or a tree.
    Much prettier than that,
    and only I can see.

    Loving and caring
    right down to the core.
    Filling me with happiness
    and so much more.

    Eyes are so stunning,
    cannot look away.
    Gorgeous and shining
    all throughout the day.

    Here in your arms
    is where I belong.
    The beating of your heart
    is like a beautiful song.

    Love's First Words, My Melody

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  9. 7. The Meaning Of Love

    I wrote this poem the first time I fell in love with someone. I then came to know what love is and how it feels. I decided to write it down so I could express my views.

    in Romantic Poems

    To love is to share life together,
    to build special plans just for two,
    to work side by side,
    and then smile with pride,
    as one by one, dreams all come true.

    To love is to help and encourage
    with smiles and sincere words of praise,
    to take time to share,
    to listen and care
    in tender, affectionate ways.

    To love is to have someone special,
    one on whom you can always depend
    to be there through the years,
    sharing laughter and tears,
    as a partner, a lover, a friend.

    To love is to make special memories
    of moments you love to recall,
    of all the good things
    that sharing life brings.
    Love is the greatest of all.

    I've learned the full meaning
    of sharing and caring
    and having my dreams all come true;
    I've learned the full meaning
    of being in love
    by being and loving with you.

    The Meaning Of Love

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  10. 8. Caged Bird

    Caged Bird By Maya Angelou was first published in her book, "Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?" in 1983. The poem is a Metaphor illustrating the differences between African-Americans and Whites during the civil rights era. The author, a black woman who grew up in the South during this era, is expressing her feelings at the discrimination she faced during her life. Her first autobiography published in 1970 is titled, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

    in Famous Inspirational Poems

    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wings
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with fearful trill
    of the things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill for the caged bird
    sings of freedom

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

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  11. 9. Haiku Year

    A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

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    Haiku Poem About Months Of The Year

    JANUARY
    Delightful display
    Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
    To the sun's glory.

    FEBRUARY
    Fresh green buds appear
    Indicating spring will soon
    Energize us all.

    MARCH
    Lambs gambol in fields
    Frisky with the joys of life
    Bleating happily.

    APRIL
    Bluebells stand so proud
    Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
    Fresh green leaves unfold.

    MAY
    Much awaited sound
    Echoes heard amid dense trees
    Cuckoo has arrived.

    JUNE
    Parks and gardens burst
    With sounds and vibrant colours
    Perfect harmony.

    JULY
    Beaches become full
    Of families having fun
    In sand and big waves.

    AUGUST
    Ripe golden harvest
    Burning sun in azure skies
    Labours rewarded.

    SEPTEMBER
    Swallows congregate
    On telephone wires ready
    To migrate down south.

    OCTOBER
    Red and gold leaves fall,
    Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
    Feet on a crisp morn.

    NOVEMBER
    Frosty webs sparkle
    In the early morning sun
    Brightly bejeweled.

    DECEMBER
    First few flakes of snow
    Dust gardens like icing on
    A chocolate cake.

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    I love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.

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  12. 10. Last Chance

    • By Stefanie
    • Published: August 2008

    A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

    in Father Child Poems

    Poem To Dad From Angry Daughter

    My heart aches, Dad,
    For the things you won't do.
    My soul breaks, Dad,
    For all that we've been through.

    I fear it's too late, Dad,
    To mend my broken heart.
    I'm so full of hate, Dad,
    I don't know where to start.

    You took away my hope, Dad,
    That I would ever be loved,
    And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
    As I watch you love your son.

    I want to scream and yell, Dad,
    But I fear my voice will crack.
    I want so much to tell you, Dad,
    That I can't always take you back.

    Please listen to my words, Dad,
    For they are all that I can say.
    I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
    And not just throw me away.

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  13. 11. I'm Tired

    I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

    in Depression Poems by Teens

    Poem About What Suffering From Depression Feels Like

    I'm tired.
    Tired of the constancy,
    the constancy of judgment.
    Tired of hiding,
    hiding who I really am.
    Tired of trying to stay strong.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of pretending,
    pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
    Tired of not being able to let go,
    let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
    Tired of feeling worthless.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of being put down,
    put down by the people I felt closest to.
    Tired of dreaming,
    dreaming of a life I will never have.
    Tired of not being good enough.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of remembering,
    remembering how I used to be so happy.
    Tired of the blame,
    the blame I put on myself daily.
    Tired of the anger.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of crying,
    crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
    Tired of the fear,
    the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
    Tired of failing.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
    Tired of being tired.
    Tired of being me.

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  14. 12. Inside Out

    People only see what I let them see.

    in Depression Poems

    Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
    yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

    Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that bring you to ease,
    yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

    Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
    yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

    Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
    yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

    Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
    yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

    Outside lives a girl full of life,
    yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

    Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
    yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

    Outside lives a girl of innocence,
    yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

    Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
    yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

    What you see on the outside is my personal disguise.
    What hides underneath, you can't even begin to imagine.

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  15. 13. A True Friend

    The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

    in True Friend Poems

    Before you became a friend of mine,
    We knew each other for quite some time.
    I hate to say we wasted a year and a half.
    I'm glad we can now look back and laugh.

    It's funny how things turned out.
    I wish I could say I never had a doubt.
    Truth is, I'm proud to say
    You and I have come a long, long way.

    You touch the lives of people you know.
    You walk around with a humble glow.
    You've been a best friend to me,
    One that will last an eternity.

    I know my secrets you will keep.
    On your shoulder I can weep.
    You always listen and never judge me,
    Always understand so objectively.

    You light up a room when you walk in.
    I'm so fortunate that my friend you've been.
    You are the epitome of a best friend, a true ten.
    I wish I had known that way back then.

    Words can't convey what you mean.
    A better friend I have yet seen.
    You confide in me, and I in you.
    You are a friend who's completely true.

    I never thought we'd be friends like this.
    A lifetime of this we almost missed.
    I'm blessed things have turned out this way.
    I thank God for you every day.

    I'm thankful it was not too late.
    My friendship with you was well worth the wait.
    I love you for all that you are.
    There's no better friend by far.

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  16. 14. I Wish I Weren't Alone

    • By Jo
    • Published: June 2011

    Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

    in Alone Poems

    Loneliness Hurts Poem

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    I used to run around laughing
    Until it was time for tea.

    I used to play games
    And smile all the time.
    I used to feel on top of the world.
    I used to feel fine.

    It's amazing how things change
    When people let you down.
    And how that once happy face
    Turns into a solemn frown.

    You search and search
    For someone who cares,
    Anyone who understands,
    Anyone who dares.

    Loneliness, it hurts.
    It kills you deep inside.
    It makes you feel empty.
    It stops you in your stride.

    You cry yourself to sleep,
    Hugging your pillow tight,
    Wishing for someone
    To hold you through the night.

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    Now my life's full of sadness,
    Pain and misery.

    Once when I was little,
    I was never on my own.
    But now I pray at night,
    "I wish I weren't alone."

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  17. 15. Mask

    This was a poem originally composed by my loved one as a child. When she showed it to me, I immediately fell in love with it, so we worked on it again. This is dedicated and should be accredited solely to her. I love you.

    in Alone Poems

    Poem About Wearing A Mask That Always Smiles

    I was once sad and lonely,
    Having nobody to comfort me,
    So I wore a mask that always smiled,
    To hide my feelings behind a lie.

    Before long, I had many friends;
    With my mask, I was one of them.
    But deep inside I still felt empty,
    Like I was missing a part of me.

    Nobody could hear my cries at night,
    For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
    Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
    For I designed my mask to be laughing.

    Behind all the smiles were the tears,
    And behind all the comfort were the fears.
    Everything you think you see
    Wasn't everything there was to me.

    Day by day
    I was slowly dying.
    I couldn't go on,
    There was something missing..

    Until now I'm still searching
    For the thing that'll stop my crying,
    For someone who'll erase my fears,
    For the person who'll wipe my tears.

    But till then, I'll keep on smiling,
    Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
    Hoping one day I can smile,
    Till then, I'll be here...waiting.

    Poem About Wearing A Mask That Always Smiles, Mask

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  18. 16. The Choice Is Mine

    I've had my share of troubles in life, though not as much as some have had. But I've discovered that happiness - or a lack of it - never really comes from my friends or foes. Although they do influence it, it's really up to me.

    in Meaningful Poems

    Happiness Poem

    Life may not let me choose my lot,
    But whether I'd be happy or not...
    That is my choice.

    To leave hurtful memories behind
    Or allow them to bother my mind...
    The choice is mine.

    To fret over a mistake when it's done
    Or learn from it and move on...
    The choice is mine.

    To be bothered by all that people say
    Or ignore them and go my own way...
    The choice is mine.

    To hide my feelings, pent up, unspoken,
    Or say my mind and ease the burden...
    The choice is mine.

    To enjoy what I've been able to gain
    Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
    The choice is mine.

    Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
    But whether I'll be happy or not
    Will always be my choice.

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  19. 17. A Broken Family Tree

    A metaphor of a family to a tree, each branch integral to the whole.

    in Metaphor Poems

    Tradition Poem

    I am one of many
    Small branches of a broken tree,
    Always looking to the ones above
    For guidance, strength and security.
    One little branch trying
    To keep the others from breaking away.
    Who will fall?
    And who will stay?
    Now I stand alone,
    Looking at the earth through the rain,
    And I see the broken branches I knew
    Scattered about me in pain.
    There are those who have taken an ax
    To the root of our very foundation
    And who have passed this destruction
    Down to every new generation.
    If I could take that ax,
    I would toss it deep into the sea,
    Never to return again
    To harm the generations that follow me.
    I am one of many,
    But alone I will go
    And plant the new seeds
    Where a beautiful tree will grow.

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  20. 18. I Tried So Hard

    • By Whitney Barton
    • Published: December 2009

    I wrote this March 29, 2009. I was in a good relationship and nothing was wrong at the time, but the poem just kind of struck me. I liked the idea, so I wrote it out. Now I am no longer with this guy and am now in a relationship with a guy from my school, and we are doing very well.

    in Heartbreak Poems

    I tried so hard.
    I tried my best.
    I gave you my all,
    And now there's nothing left.

    You stole my heart
    Then tore it in two.
    Now I'm falling apart
    And don't know what to do.

    Divided by decisions,
    Burned by the fire,
    Confused by your words,
    Tempted by desire.

    I'm living in the present.
    My mind is on the past.
    Not knowing what I'll lose,
    Not knowing what will last.

    Blinded by fear,
    Drowning in doubt,
    Struggling to be free,
    Looking for a way out.

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  21. 19. He Is There

    • By Yasemin Raymondo
    • Published: December 2008

    One Sunday at Mass, Father John Carney at St. Mary's Church in Panama, (Rep. of Panama) gave his usual sermon. But something in what he said hit me so powerfully that I came home and wrote this poem that I now share with you. I hope you will perceive God as I did on that Sunday through the words of an inspirational priest.

    in God Poems

    Poem About Where God Is Found

    God comes to us in quiet and simple ways.
    He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
    When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.

    Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child,
    or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers
    on a clear and starry moonlit night.
    Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand,
    and feel the warmth of his tears
    as you console a grieving friend in your arms.

    He is there in a baby's first cry
    and in the dying man's last sigh.
    When the waves break on the golden sands
    and the seagulls fly into the white clouds,
    when the church bells ring on an Easter Sunday
    inviting you to receive the sacred brad, he is there.

    Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango
    or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut.
    God comes to us only in quiet and simple ways.
    Never his presence in violence will you find;
    never look for him in words of anger or cowardly actions.

    His love and his peace surround us, above and beyond.
    And only in those simple, everyday things
    when we look with our eyes filled with his love
    can we find him.

    Poem About Where God Is Found, He Is There

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  22. 20. I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer

    • By Laura Barnes
    • Published: August 2013

    Originally from England, Laura Barnes has lived and worked as a teacher, trainer and life coach across four continents. Laura now lives happily in Gilbert, Arizona, and is the Owner/Founder/Chief Coffee Maker at Your Potential Power, a heart-centered life coaching practice. Laura is also an online instructor at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts in Tempe, AZ. She is currently in training for her June 2012 climb of Mt. Kilimanjaro for charity. Laura would love to hear from you.

    in Inspirational Poems

    Poem Of Overcoming

    I am not a victim of breast cancer. I am experiencing breast cancer.
    I am not dying. I am living.
    I am not curing. I am healing and restoring.
    I am not fearing. I am loving and trusting.
    I am not fighting. I am ceasing all hostility and conflict.
    I am not weak or diminished. I am strong and whole and complete.
    I am not coping or hoping. I am giving and receiving, creating and conceiving.
    I am not crying. I am laughing until the tears run down my leg.
    My body is not my enemy. My body is my loving friend, my gentle guide.
    My life story is not history. My life story is legendary.
    I am not powerless. I am powerful beyond measure.
    I am not a drop in the ocean. I am the ocean in a drop.
    I am not scattered. I am aligned.
    I am not being destroyed. I am building my sacred stature.
    I am not trapped or caged. I am as free as a feathery fledgling.
    My body is not a muddy puddle of despair. My body is a hallowed temple of spirit.
    I am not filled with shadows. I am filled with illuminating light.
    I am not a passive puppet. I am an active advocate and enthusiastic participant.
    I am not tired and bested. I am tied and invested.
    I am not without a voice or meaning or purpose. I am an angelic messenger.
    I am not discarded. I am needed.
    I am not descending, dragging or faltering. I am consistently inspiring and uplifting.
    I am not dwelling in the reflections of the past or the projections of the future. I am joyfully dancing naked in the unfolding mystery of the present moment.
    I am not alone or abandoned. I am infinitely connected by the soft, silky vibrational threads of love.
    I will not forget. I will remember.
    I will not burn out. I will sparkle forever.

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  23. 21. Tell Me It's Okay

    • By Tiffany Underwood
    • Published: August 2018

    I wrote this after having lost a baby. It would have been our second child (and first daughter). We named her Casey Lynn.
    A quote I love always comes to mind when thinking of her:
    "An angel in the Book of Life
    wrote down my baby's birth;
    then whispered as she closed the book -
    Too beautiful for Earth."
    Fly high on angel wings, my love! (12-4-07)

    in Mourning Poems

    Healing After Loss

    Tell me it's okay
    To just want to cry.
    Tell me it's okay
    To never say goodbye.

    Tell me it's okay
    To be afraid to be strong.
    Tell me it's okay
    And that you're comin' along.

    Tell me it's okay
    And that you're staying by me.
    Tell me it's okay,
    And that this life is meant to be.

    Tell me it's okay
    To feel how I'm feeling.
    Tell me it's okay -
    The way that I am dealing.

    Tell me it's okay -
    That there is a reason for it all.
    Tell me it's okay,
    Even if I fall.

    Tell me it's okay
    To lose control today.
    Tell me it's okay.
    Just tell me it's okay.

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  24. 22. If Only I Knew

    • By Sennette Gaoses
    • Published: February 2014

    I wrote this emotional poem when I started thinking about the things regarding my sister Mencia Gawanas that I took for granted. I thought that she'd always be around, so there were all these things that I thought I would always have. I thought she'd always text me, or smile at me, or call me. I thought I would have her in my life forever. Alas, God had a different plan for us. I just wish I knew that I would have her for so little a time, for she was only 20.

    in Sister Death Poems

    Emotional Poem About Death Cutting Young Life Short

    If only I knew that our time would be so brief,
    Spoiled you rotten I would have done.

    If only I knew that would be our last phone call,
    Just to listen to you speak, held on longer I would have done.

    If only I knew that would be your last text,
    Kept it in my inbox I would have done.

    If only I knew it was the last time I was seeing you,
    Called you back and hugged you tight I would have done.

    If only I knew it was the last time I would see you smile,
    Stood longer and watch you smile I would have done.

    If only I knew that I was seeing your face for the last time,
    Memorize all its features I would have done.

    If only I knew that God would take you away so soon,
    Spend all my time with you I would have done.

    There are a lot of things I would have done differently
    If only I had known.

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  25. 23. I'm Dying On The Inside

    • By Ashley
    • Published: March 2009

    I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

    in Depression Poems by Teens

    You see a smile on the outside,
    But that's all you can see.
    What if tears run down my face on the inside?

    You hear a laugh on the outside,
    But that's all you can hear.
    What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?

    You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
    But that's all you can smell.
    What if it smells of death on the inside?

    You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
    But that's all you feel.
    What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?

    You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
    But that's all you can taste.
    What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

    You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
    But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?

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  26. 24. Just Like

    This poem is all about using similes. The poet compares her situation to various objects. Our experiences in life can be compared to objects. For example, if someone is bright and cheery, we might compare her to a ray of sunshine. If someone is mean, we might compare those words to the hiss of a snake.

    in Broken Friendship Poems

    Short Poem About Breaking Up With A Good Friend

    Just like a glass
    my heart is broken
    Just like a star
    you light up my life
    Just like a rose
    that blooms it's beauty
    Just like the rain
    that never stops crying
    Just like another human being
    you let go of me
    Just like others
    you broke my heart
    Just like clouds
    you are soft
    Just like bullets
    that you shot into my heart

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  27. 25. Storm At Sea

    This poem uses point of view to make the readers feel as though they're one of the sailors trying to survive the storm.

    in Ocean Poems

    Poem About The Power Of Storms

    CRASHING waves... SMASHING seas...
    Bringing sailors to their knees.
    As they struggle to save their lives,
    Hoping and praying help arrives.

    The stormy seas as dark as coal,
    Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal.
    Battered and bruised, but still they fight...
    Staring ahead into the dead of night.
    Rocking and rolling as they try to stand...
    Hoping against hope that they soon reach land.

    Bleary eyed from lack of sleep.
    Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep.
    As they're rocking and rolling down beneath,
    Weary sailors above resist with gritted teeth.

    Hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate,
    It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake.
    The veteran sailors know the battle is over and they have won...
    As they contemplate other storms yet to come...

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    This poem brought a tear to my eye and I love the way that the author has written this particular poem. It definitely is top in my book.

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  28. 26. A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

    • By Bea Williams
    • Published: July 2011

    I've always felt that true friendship is very important. The old saying, "A friend in need is a friend indeed," goes a long way. True friends will always be there for you, and you can always count on them, so my favorite thing to write about is friendship.

    in True Friend Poems

    Friends are far, friends are near.
    Friends will be there to lend an ear.
    They listen, laugh, and care,
    But most of all, they're always there.

    Through thick and thin, up and down,
    Your true friends are always around.
    For treats, hugs, and real big smiles,
    They'll travel to you from several miles.

    They'll always be there to hold you tight.
    Anytime, no matter if it's day or night.
    You really know when your friends are sincere
    When they always show up to lend their ear.

    A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

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  29. 27. In Spite Of You

    • By Jennifer A. Boulch
    • Published: February 2016

    I wrote this poem when I discovered my fiance had slept with my friend. It was a low point in my life, and I was so angry, I had to vent on paper.

    in Betrayal Poems

    Poem About Betrayal And Hurt

    Angry
    Mad
    Livid
    Furious
    Pissed
    At you

    Sad
    Depressed
    Heartbroken
    Morose
    Melancholy
    Because of you

    Unbreakable
    Strong
    Resilient
    Flexible
    Tough
    In spite of you

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  30. 28. My Wooded World

    • By Sheila Visingardi
    • Published: February 2006

    There's time for space and contemplation in the wooded world.
    The poem makes use of personification to make the woods seem alive. The branches, wind and animals are given human characteristics like walking, singing, talking.
    In loving memory of John H. Burns Sr. -my father

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

    Poem About Escaping To The Woods

    As a child, I would sit and ponder
    at the wooded areas, for their beauty relaxed me.
    The sway of the branches and whistling of the winds,
    as if they were calling my name.

    Then as I grew older, they were my retreat,
    for the woods became my own world,
    a world full of imagination, creativity,
    resourcefulness, as well as inspiration.

    I loved my domain, for no problems were too great.
    The woods protected me from everything.
    The branches would open as to hold me.
    The animals, in their busy ways, stopped to welcome me.

    It was this place, my wooded world, that I lived for.
    It is that place that beckons me now.
    For it was only there, in them woods, I felt truly free,
    as free as I would feel when your love would surround me.

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    It is a great poem! I translated it to Indonesia language for my homework and I got an A! Thanks for your work! Although its a bit hard to understand it in my language its perfect.

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  31. 29. I Wish He Knew

    • By Maddie
    • Published: February 2013

    Describes the millions of girls all over the world who wish their crush knew what they felt about them.

    in Confused about Love Poems

    Secret Crush Poem

    I wish he could know
    What I'm too scared to show.
    I wish he could see
    Just how much he means to me.
    I wish he could tell
    That I know him so well.
    I wish he could feel
    My love that is real.
    I wish he could hear
    The things that I fear
    About him never knowing
    That my love for him is growing.

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    My heart goes out to you. I'm considering myself a very romantic person, and with my life's (quite substantial) experience I can safely tell you this: based on what you wrote...

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  32. 30. But You Didn't

    • By Merrill Glass

    The excellent use of structure and repetition in this powerful poem contribute to the strong emotional reaction many people feel when reading this poem.
    When a loved one doesn't return from war there will be many unresolved feelings. Don't wait to tell the important people in your life how you feel about them, do it right away. You never know if you'll get the chance again.

    in Famous Death Poems

    Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?
    I thought you'd kill me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the time I forgot to tell you the dance was
    formal, and you came in jeans?
    I thought you'd hate me...
    But you didn't.

    Remember the times I'd flirt with
    other boys just to make you jealous, and
    you were?
    I thought you'd drop me...
    But you didn't.

    There were plenty of things you did to put up with me,
    to keep me happy, to love me, and there are
    so many things I wanted to tell
    you when you returned from
    Vietnam...
    But you didn't.

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  33. 31. Never Stop Being You

    This poem I wrote was an inspirational look at life in general and the reason we live as we do because some of us never stop.

    in Inspirational Poems

    Uplifting Poem About Making Life Better

    Never stop caring about the little things in life.
    Never stop dreaming, and don't give into strife.
    Never stop wondering are we on our own.
    Never stop thinking has your spirituality grown.

    Never stop building bridges that lead to better tomorrows.
    Never stop trying, and don't give into sorrow.
    Never stop feeling amazed at the beauty that surrounds you.
    Never stop hearing the music, and don't give into the blues.

    Never stop pushing away negative thoughts that make you feel sad.
    Never stop looking at all the miracles we have had.
    Never stop loving the ones you hold dear.
    Never stop giving, and don't give into the fear.

    Never stop smiling, but look forward to each new day.
    Never stop shining in your own special way.
    Never forget that all storms will clear.
    Remember brighter tomorrows are always near.

    Uplifting Poem About Making Life Better, Never Stop Being You

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  34. 32. Until Forever Dies

    • By Serbec
    • Published: August 2011

    I wrote this poem because I've been thinking of my boyfriend nonstop, and we promised each other we would never leave, that we would be together forever. We're almost together for eight months now and I haven't seen him in two weeks, so I wrote him this poem to make him smile. I just wanted to let him know I love him.

    in Love Forever Poems

    This is us,
    Never alone.
    We have each other.
    Whether in the same room
    Or by phone,
    You will always be there.
    I know you'll never leave,
    And there's one thing I know.
    This is the truth.
    We will be together
    Until forever dies.

    Because I'm yours,
    And you're mine.
    Listening to your heart,
    A rhythm so fine.
    So much comfort,
    So much love.
    With only you I feel this,
    Not any other boy
    Can I love so much.
    We will be together
    Until forever dies.

    Because we're in love,
    As everyone can see.
    Never a broken heart,
    Never a tear cried.
    You can hold me in your arms,
    And I'll hold you in mine.
    We will never let go,
    Until the end of time,
    'Cause I will never leave you,
    And you won't leave me.
    We will be together
    Until forever dies.

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  35. 33. If Only

    • By Petra Sheane
    • Published: February 2015

    Every night I dream of how the world could be a better place. I long for the simplest of changes, simple acts of kindness, love, truth, and simple whispers of hope in the night sky. When I see these dreams each night as I pray, the only words that come to my mind are, "If only..."

    in ABC Poems

    Poem About Hope For The World

    If Only...
    A prayer was held in our nation,
    Beauty was seen in more ways than one,
    Children who are lost could find their salvation,
    Death was slain and torture was done.

    If Only...
    Earth was awakened after years of endurance,
    Forgotten feelings were rekindled anew,
    God was man's only path and assurance,
    Hope was the foundation of the world we knew.

    If Only...
    I knew more stories than those that were told,
    Joy was a plague, and peace a disease,
    Knowledge was worth more than silver and gold,
    Love was sacred and endless as the seas.

    If Only...
    Miracles were seen more than daylight,
    Never was replaced with forever,
    Our eyes could see through the dark of the night,
    Passion lived in us more than ever.

    If Only...
    Questions were answered, and answers were questioned,
    Roses were pure and without thorns,
    Sadness received only love and affection,
    The empty knew why it was they were born.

    If Only...
    Us as a nation would join hands in song,
    Victory was a gift to the humble,
    When tears were shed, the earth felt strong,
    Exalted men would fall and crumble.

    If Only...
    You and I would last forever.

    If Only...

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  36. 34. Life Without You

    • By Nikki Wilfong
    • Published: February 2008

    What life would be like if you were not in it. This poem makes strong use of similes to describe what life is like without the person they love. Similes compare two objects or ideas using the words "like" or "as".

    in Boyfriend Poems

    Me without you
    is like a leafless fall,
    a snowless winter,
    and a flowerless spring.

    Me without you
    is like a colorless rainbow,
    a sunless day,
    and a starless night.

    Me without you
    is like the ocean without a wave,
    the beach without sand,
    and a flameless fire.

    Me without you
    is like a book without words,
    a man without a face,
    and a child with no name.

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  37. 35. Seasons

    The seasons come and go. The poem makes strong use of verbs, adjectives and short lines to capture a memorable snapshot of each of the 4 seasons.

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

    Poem About The Four Seasons

    A dark gloomy sunless start
    Cold and calculating
    Frost on the windows
    Icy streets
    Snow on the ground
    Hot chocolate to be made
    Another Winter day

    Sun coming over the horizon
    Birds singing at dawn's first light
    Green grass dusted with morning dew
    Mowers mowing
    Flowers blooming
    Warm rain hitting the streets
    Another Spring day

    School's out, kids at home
    Swimming pools swarming
    Air-conditioners humming
    Backyard barbecues
    Hot sleepless nights
    Fireflies flying
    Another Summer day

    Leaves changing colors
    Back to school night
    Leaf blowers
    A new brisk chill to the air
    Apple cider to keep warm
    Halloween
    Another Autumn day

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  38. 36. Christmas Bells

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was inspired to write this poem in 1863 during the Civil War when his son went off to fight for the Union against his wishes. While this song is about Christmas time, there is an underlying tone of the war (The Wrong shall fail, The Right prevail). This poem is the basis for the Christmas carol "I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day."

    in Famous Holiday Poems

    I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old, familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And thought how, as the day had come,
    The belfries of all Christendom
    Had rolled along
    The unbroken song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Till ringing, singing on its way,
    The world revolved from night to day,
    A voice, a chime,
    A chant sublime
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    Then from each black, accursed mouth
    The cannon thundered in the South,
    And with the sound
    The carols drowned
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    It was as if an earthquake rent
    The hearth-stones of a continent,
    And made forlorn
    The households born
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

    And in despair I bowed my head;
    "There is no peace on earth," I said;
    For hate is strong,
    And mocks the song
    Of peace on earth, good-will to men!"

    Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
    "God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
    The Wrong shall fail,
    The Right prevail,
    With peace on earth, good-will to men."

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  39. 37. Mighty Tempest

    Storms have fascinated me since I was a child. Although I now understand them a bit better, I can understand how people through history have associated storms to particular mythological gods, and mysterious occurrences of nature with folklore and other stories. I just wanted to set the feeling of a summer storm and give a little credit back to the mythological gods who were so infamous in creating these storms during ancient times. I hope my poem is enjoyed by storm lovers everywhere!

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

    Poem About Storms

    Sultry sun on fields and bay,
    quiet calm engulfs the day.

    Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
    foretells a mighty storm is nigh.

    Feathered fowl that glide the breeze
    quickly fly to nest in trees.

    A silent sense of darkness fell,
    as clouds began to twirl and swell.

    A yellow haze of green and gray
    replaces sun and heat of day.

    Thunderous cannons roar the sky
    with veins of light that pierce the eye.

    The day has darkened into night
    as Thor and Zeus pursue their might!

    Raging winds that bend and sway,
    tearing limbs along the way.

    Bursting clouds of icy hail;
    Nature's sting is quite surreal!

    The faded rumblings start to slow,
    and sultry sun peaks out to glow,

    Mighty Tempest, come and gone.
    Ancient storm gods carry on,
    leaving rainbows in the dawn!

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  40. 38. Can Earth Be Earth?

    • By Garvit
    • Published: June 2008

    A free verse poem that uses imagery to paint a picture of a planet without life because we have finally destroyed our Earth.

    in Earth Poems

    Our Planet Without Life

    Can earth be Earth when all its trees are gone,
    And sudsy waters have become unfit,
    And poisoned life no longer greets the dawn
    With raucous sounds that death has caused to quit?
    Will trees no longer wave, with limbs unfurled,
    On hapless earth, that ever in orbit roams?
    Will human ego sacrifice the world
    To satiate its lust for pompous homes?
    Will distant space look down on orb that's bald.
    I now can hear the mother say,
    "I was once called Earth.
    But now, bereft of mirth, I weep.
    That treeless orb's no longer Earth."

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  41. 39. When I Am With Her

    • By Richard Giron
    • Published: November 2007

    Dedicated to my best friend, Joyce. Sometimes your soulmate is just your best friend.

    in Girlfriend Poems

    Poem About What It Means To Love

    When I am without her,
    the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
    When I am without her,
    the clouds are dark and foreboding.
    When I am without her,
    the birds don't sing as sweetly.
    When I am without her,
    the walls close in on me.
    When I am without her,
    in the depths of my hell, whispering her name sustains me.
    But when I am with her,
    she lifts me up.
    When I am with her,
    I have the strength to move mountains.
    When I am with her,
    I can withstand anything.
    When I am with her,
    her smile warms my very soul.
    When I am with her,
    the angels sing her name.
    When I am with her,
    I fall in love all over again.

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  42. 40. Nature's Way

    • By Heidi Campbell
    • Published: July 2007

    Dare to take a look at this peaceful spring day.
    The poem uses the 5 senses to describe nature. Using the 5 senses in writing creates a clearer picture and makes the readers feel a part of the setting.

    in Spring Poems

    Poem About Enjoying Spring

    Upon a nice mid-spring day,
    Let's take a look at Nature's way.
    Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
    Feel the breeze within your hair.

    The grass will poke between your toes,
    Smell the flowers with your nose.
    Clouds form shapes within the skies,
    And light will glisten from your eyes.

    Hear the buzzing of the bees,
    Climb the tallest willow trees.
    Look across the meadow way,
    And you shall see a young deer play.

    Pick the daisies as they grow,
    Watch a gentle cold stream flow.
    Know the sounds of water splash,
    Catch its glimmer in a flash.

    When altogether all seems sound,
    Lay yourself upon the ground.
    Take a moment to inhale,
    And listen to Nature tell her tale...

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  43. 41. A Poison Tree

    This poem by William Blake (1757-1827 London) depicts the value of not holding bad feelings inside. In the poem, he suggests that sharing your bad feelings with the one you are angry about will cause the ill will to disappear. On the other hand, holding a grudge inside will only make it grow more powerful. The poem ends with a murder in a garden.

    in Famous Friendship Poems

    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I waterd it in fears
    Night & morning with my tears;
    And I sunned it with smiles,
    And with soft deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an apple bright.
    And my foe beheld it shine,
    And he knew that it was mine,

    And into my garden stole,
    When the night had veiled the pole;
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.

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  44. 42. Candy Corn

    • By Jan R
    • Published: December 2014

    One Halloween, I was inspired to write a sonnet about candy corn while I was studying Shakespeare. There is something so simple about the confection, yet it possesses complex symbolism. In case a reader does not catch it, I will explain! The sonnet as a whole explains the colors of candy corn: white, orange, and yellow. Each stanza then focuses on one color and lists examples of how that color applies to the subject of Halloween!

    in Sonnet Poems

    Shakespearean Sonnet For Halloween

    Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
    Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
    Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
    And thus the small summit embodies white.

    Dwindle do the autumn leaves to the ground.
    From the fire, the cold meets its warm demise.
    Halloween's favorite gourd, carved and round
    And thus the middle is where orange lies.

    Farms and tractor-pulled rides, hay is handy.
    The black cat's eerie eyes gleam from its face.
    The vegetable tastes not like the candy.
    And thus concludes yellow to form the base.

    White, orange, and yellow make something sweet.
    Enjoy some candy corn, Halloween's treat!

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  45. 43. Spring

    • By Camille Gotera
    • Published: December 2013

    The reason I wrote this poem was because I absolutely hate winter and love spring time. This is mostly because everything is dead in the winter- there's no life. And I'm a very sensitive person, so just the atmosphere of winter makes me sad. Another reason is because I had been through a bad experience- relationship wise- over the winter, and I feel that spring time is a clean new start. No more depressing poems and songs! :)

    in Spring Poems

    Poem About Change Of Seasons

    When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
    When the sky above shows life instead of death,
    When the claws reaching to the frozen sky become decorated with leaves,
    When the animals -long in hiding- scurry from trees,
    We know winter has ended.

    When the frost on grass is replaced with sweet dew,
    When the fields become dotted with flowers, reminding me of you,
    When the lonely silence becomes filled with melodies,
    When you feel warm air, erasing bad memories
    We know winter has ended.

    When the hard, bare ground becomes painted with green,
    When the frost-bitten air becomes fresh and clean,
    When the coats and boots are all stored away,
    When the playgrounds become occupied again with child's play,
    We know winter has ended.

    When you hear the pleasant sound of children's laughter,
    When the air is filled with joy- long sought after,
    When the world is filled with sunlight, brighter and longer,
    When the song of Mother Nature becomes stronger,
    Spring has begun.

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  46. 44. The Shepherd Slept

    I know how it feels to be lost at sea, to feel unloved, unwanted, and drowning in misery. There's no one to blame; it was my own anxiety and despair until I realised there was help out there. That help came from the Lord, my shepherd. I'm completely certain I heard Him speak to me, and suddenly everything fell into place.

    in Inspiring Poems for Kids

    Needing The Lord

    There was a shepherd who fell fast asleep
    So there was no one to see to his sheep.
    The sheep were delighted, freedom at last
    Followed the leader and ran away fast.

    All was hunky dory; they had a ball,
    Walking for miles over fields, hills, moors.
    Then came the sunset and the night grew dim.
    They began to feel that freedom was grim.

    They grew hungry and went in search of food -
    Couldn't find forage and became subdued.
    It was hard to lie down and get their sleep,
    As they were pursued by some ghastly beasts.

    So tired and weary they wished to be
    Back in the flock and the hand of safety.
    They realised they needed their shepherd's care,
    For love, food and shelter that's always there.

    When the sheep had almost lost every hope,
    A familiar face came over the slopes.
    It was their shepherd and all ran with glee
    To show they were glad to see him, truly.

    They vowed they'd never run away again
    And prayed in thanks for the shepherd God sent.

    Amen!

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  47. 45. Swoosh, Boom, Crunch, Howl

    • By Hayden Myer
    • Published: March 2009

    As I wrote this poem, I was looking at a painting of a scene at the beach. The words just flowed through my keyboard, and found themselves on my paper. I'm actually happy with it.

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    Mindfulness At The Beach

    The sun rises higher and higher, like a blossoming flower, as the children play...
    Beach, Beach, Beach
    The zephyr catches my skin like a wide receiver playing football...
    Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
    The crashing waves sound like a head-on collision...
    Boom, Boom, Boom
    The sand crunches under my feet like cereal in my mouth...
    Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
    The salty water is carried with the wind...
    Howl, Howl, Howl
    The gulls soar higher than the clouds...
    Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
    The child crashes to the ground like a rock slide...
    Boom, Boom, Boom
    The man walks on shells that feel like needles...
    Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
    The dog is angered by the birds...
    Howl, Howl, Howl
    The kite flutters like a plane...
    Swoosh, Swoosh, Swoosh
    The afternoon thunder blasts like a cannon...
    Boom, Boom, Boom
    The child snacks on some chips that sound like glass...
    Crunch, Crunch, Crunch
    The night has fallen and the coyotes holler like babies...
    Howl, Howl, Howl
    The sun rises again higher and higher, like a blossoming flower as the children play...
    Beach, Beach, Beach

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  48. 46. Hurricane Isabella

    • By Amy Aird
    • Published: March 2013

    I was in the Air Force at the time, stationed at Langley AF Base. A large group of us were sent to Blacksmith, VA, an Army base, to stay clear of the impending hurricane. I am originally from the mid-west and have never been in that kind of weather, so I was a nervous wreck the whole time. During the storm that night, while others slept or watched movies on portable DVD players, I was so scared and the only thing that brought me comfort was to write about it. It took me 1 week to finish it.

    in Earth Poems

    I can't sleep tonight, I can still hear her name.
    She came with warning but could not be tamed.
    We packed our things and stored them tight,
    And headed for shelter anticipating this night.
    "You will be out of harm's way," the Colonel told us. "Free from the fight."

    But she followed us and now we are in her way.
    All night she screams, "My name is Isabella and I've come to play!"
    Her winds rattle the windows and shake our nerves.
    The rain seeps through the cracks of the barracks we serve.
    She keeps herself busy and at a steady pace.
    Sounds like a freight train winning the race.

    All through the night and into the early morning,
    She kicked up her heals, laughing and roaring!
    When the daylight came and the blue skies were calm,
    We could only imagine the damage she had done.
    It was far worse than what we had thought.

    Age old trees that once reached to the sky,
    Scattered the ground like tombstones, no longer alive.
    Uprooted, twisted and mangled,
    They crashed through houses and left power lines tangled.

    Piles of debris littered the streets,
    Trapping the flood waters up to our knees.
    It covered the ground throughout this town.
    Bits of valuables were later found.

    But valuables can be replaced and homes can be repaired.
    No one was hurt that day in the shelter we shared.
    It could have been worse; we were luckier than some.
    Some lost loved ones in the destruction she had done.

    We go about our lives now, picking up the pieces,
    Trying to make sense of the madness and all that it seizes.
    Most are without power, their food supply goes sour,
    As the day turns to blackness with each passing hour.

    But throughout all the chaos brought strangers together.
    Despite their own frustration came a need to take care of each other.
    By helping one another with necessities we lack,
    We see in each other one purpose, one path.

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  49. 47. How Can I Forget?

    • By Jason
    • Published: January 2009

    I wrote this to try to vent a little after discovering a picture on the internet of my girlfriend with another guy at a club, after she told me nothing had happened that night.

    in Betrayal Poems

    That very first day that we met,
    It's a feeling I'll never forget.
    All the experiences that we've shared,
    I knew right away that you were rare.

    You see, it's hard to find someone like you,
    Usually, they're too good to be true.
    Though I should've entered with more ration,
    With you I felt so much passion.

    I wish those things had never happened.
    It feels as though my love's been abandoned.
    All I wanted was to make you happy,
    So why is it that I have to feel so crappy?

    I want nothing more than for us to move on,
    But it's so hard now that the trust is gone.
    I want to get past this, I really do...
    What can I do to make you be true?

    My love for you is like an undying flame.
    And I once wished for our love to remain.
    Do you remember that day, the day that it snowed?
    It's the day that I wished for our love to grow.

    You hurt me that night; you need to know that you did.
    And I need you to know that I can forgive.
    But I'm really struggling with trying to forget,
    Because I still feel the same as that first day we met.

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  50. 48. Forever Remember

    • By Grace G. Frost
    • Published: September 2018

    I was not born during 9/11, but my parents would tell me memories of that day. The family we lost. The friends who were killed. The heroes that gave their lives. I am now 13 years old. I dedicate this to Lawrence Patrick Dickinson, a man who died in the Twin Towers. His son was born 3 months later on HIS birthday and was named after him. He is a man who will always be remembered.

    in Current Events Poems

    I Remember 9/11

    I remember
    Planes flying low
    Smoke from the towers
    Cries from the injured
    Calls for help
    People running
    Sobs from witnesses
    Heroes running in the towers
    Faces we will never see again
    I remember
    The towers falling
    Smoke filling the air
    People running for safety
    Screams of terror
    I remember
    The quiet
    People in the streets
    Heroes walking around the rubble
    Whispers in the streets
    I remember
    Victims not forgotten
    Heroes not forgotten
    Sacrifices not forgotten
    Memories not forgotten
    I remember 9/11

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  51. 49. To A Terrific Dad

    • By David L. Helm
    • Published: February 2006

    A son writes a poem to his father, telling his dad just how terrific he is.

    in Father Child Poems

    To a dad who is terrific,
    To a dad who's real neat,
    To a dad who makes the best of things,
    Even when they're not so sweet!

    To a dad who's growing older,
    To a dad who's going gray,
    To a dad who just gets smarter,
    It would seem from day to day!

    To a dad who has potential,
    To a dad who is the best,
    To a dad who's been successful,
    And who drowns out all the rest!

    To a dad I admire,
    To a dad I can trust,
    To a dad I appreciate.
    That's what makes this rhyme a must!

    To a dad I call father,
    To a dad who's held it through,
    To a dad I'll love forever,
    Because Dad, you know it's YOU!

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  52. 50. Every Day My Love For You Grows

    I met a guy this year. First I thought he would just be another one of my guy friends. Then I started talking to him more and we started hanging out a lot, and somewhere in between all of that I started to fall for him.

    in Falling in Love Poems

    Every day that passes us by
    all I could think of is this one guy.
    I never thought I'd feel this way,
    but the feeling I have I want to stay.

    Every day I want to tell you how I feel,
    but I'm afraid of the answer you may reveal.
    I'm terrified of your rejection
    'cause, boy, all I want is your acceptance.

    Every day my love for you seems to grow.
    I just don't know how to let you know.
    But one thing that will last a while
    is that my love for you will never be in denial.

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