Poems With Analysis - Page 3

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

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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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Haiku Year
- By Paul Holmes
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014 with permission of the Author.
A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

Haiku Poem About Months Of The Year

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

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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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

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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,
And listen to Nature tell her tale...
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A Poison Tree
- By William Blake
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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.

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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.

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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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

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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

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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

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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.

Needing The Lord

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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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My Wooded World
- By Sheila Visingardi
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
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

Poem About Escaping To The Woods

in Beauty of Nature Poems

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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.

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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Candy Corn
- By Jan R
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2014 with permission of the Author.
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!

Shakespearean Sonnet For Halloween

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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.

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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Can Earth Be Earth?
- By Garvit
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.
A free verse poem that uses imagery to paint a picture of a planet without life because we have finally destroyed our Earth.

Our Planet Without Life

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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?

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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Hurricane Isabella
- By Amy Aird
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.
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.

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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.

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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Seasons
- By Antoinette McDonald
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008 with permission of the Author.
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.

Poem About The Four Seasons

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A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets

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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Swoosh, Boom, Crunch, Howl
- By Hayden Myer
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
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.

Mindfulness At The Beach

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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 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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Poems With Analysis - Page 3

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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