Poems With Analysis - Page 2

  1. 1. 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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    I love this poem. I send blessings to you, Beryl. The words mean so much for me, because I know that we are the sheep and also the shepherd. We need but recall our Spiritual Father, "God,"...

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  2. 2. 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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  4. 3. 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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  5. 4. 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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