Poems With Analysis - Page 2

A Broken Family Tree
- By Lori McBride
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
A metaphor of a family to a tree, each branch integral to the whole.

Tradition Poem

in Metaphor Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree,
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security.

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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Never Stop Being You
- By Terrie Brushette
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2008 with permission of the Author.
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.

Uplifting Poem About Making Life Better

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Analysis of Form and Technique

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 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.
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I Wish He Knew
- By Maddie
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2013 with permission of the Author.
Describes the millions of girls all over the world who wish their crush knew what they felt about them.

Secret Crush Poem

in Confused about Love Poems

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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 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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Until Forever Dies
- By Serbec
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2011 with permission of the Author.
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.

I Promise I Will Never Leave You Poem

in Boyfriend Poems

Analysis of Form and Technique

This is us,
Never alone.
We have each other.
Whether in the same room

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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When I Am With Her
- By Richard Giron
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
Dedicated to my best friend, Joyce. Sometimes your soulmate is just your best friend.

Poem About What It Means To Love

in Poems for Her

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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 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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Nature's Way
- By Heidi Campbell
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2007 with permission of the Author.
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.

Poem About Enjoying Spring

in Spring Poems

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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.

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,
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Tell Me It's Okay
- By Tiffany Underwood
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.
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)

Mourning Poem Healing After Loss

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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 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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I Am Not A Victim Of Breast Cancer
- By Laura Barnes
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2013 with permission of the Author.
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.

Poem Of Overcoming

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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 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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If Only I Knew
- By Sennette Gaoses
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014 with permission of the Author.
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.

Emotional Poem About Death Cutting Young Life Short

in Sister Death Poems

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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,

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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I'm Dying On The Inside
- By Ashley
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

in Depression Poems by Teens

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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 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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He Is There
- By Yasemin Raymondo
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with permission of the Author.
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.

Poem About Where God Is Found

in God Poems

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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.

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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In Spite Of You
- By Jennifer A. Boulch
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016 with permission of the Author.
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.

Poem About Betrayal And Hurt

in Betrayal Poems

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Angry
Mad
Livid
Furious

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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If Only
- By Petra Sheane
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015 with permission of the Author.
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..."

Poem About Hope For The World

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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,

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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A True Friend
- By Nicole
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

in True Friend Poems

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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.

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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Mighty Tempest
- By Patricia L. Cisco
- Published by Family Friend Poems September 2018 with permission of the Author.
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!

Poem About Storms

in Beauty of Nature Poems

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

Faint troubled rumblings in the sky

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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A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
- By Bea Williams
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the Author.
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

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.

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

Short Poem About Breaking Up With A Good Friend

in Broken Friendship Poems

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Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life

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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Storm At Sea
- By Amar Qamar
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
This poem uses point of view to make the readers feel as though they're one of the sailors trying to survive the storm.

Poem About The Power Of Storms

in Ocean Poems

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

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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Spring
- By Camille Gotera
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013 with permission of the Author.
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! :)

Poem About Change Of Seasons

in Spring Poems

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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,

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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The Shepherd Slept
- By Beryl L Edmonds
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.
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.

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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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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..."

The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

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.

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

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.