Poems With Analysis - Page 2

21. I Wish He Knew

• By Maddie
• Published by Family Friend Poems February 2013 with permission of the Author.

in Confused about Love Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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22. Until Forever Dies

• By Serbec
• Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the Author.

in Boyfriend Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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23. When I Am With Her

• By Richard Giron
• Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.

in Poems for Her

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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24. Nature's Way

• By Heidi Campbell
• Published by Family Friend Poems July 2007 with permission of the Author.

in Spring Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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26. I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer

• By Laura Barnes
• Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013 with permission of the Author.

in Inspirational Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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27. If Only I Knew

• By Sennette Gaoses
• Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014 with permission of the Author.

in Sister Death Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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28. I'm Dying On The Inside

• By Ashley
• Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.

in Depression Poems by Teens

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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30. If Only

• By Petra Sheane
• Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015 with permission of the Author.

in ABC Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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31. Christmas Bells

• By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Famous Poem

in Famous Holiday Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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32. He Is There

• By Yasemin Raymondo
• Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.

in God Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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.

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33. A True Friend

• By Nicole
• Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.

in True Friend Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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35. A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed

• By Bea Williams
• Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the Author.

in True Friend Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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.

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36. A Poison Tree

• By William Blake

Famous Poem

in Famous Friendship Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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37. Just Like

• By Katherine Ayala
• Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.

in Broken Friendship Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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38. Storm At Sea

• By Amar Qamar
• Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.

in Ocean Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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40. The Shepherd Slept

• By Beryl L Edmonds
• Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.

in Faith Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

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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