OK THESE ARE THE POEMS OF ME AND SOME FRIENDS, I ASK THAT NO ONE USE THESE FOR THEIR OWN PERSONAL GAIN, LIKE TRYING TO PUBLISH THESE OR THE LIKE. BUT IF YOU NEED TO READ THESE TO A FRIEND TO HELP THEM THROUGH ROUGH TIMES THEN BY ALL MEANS THATS WHAT I MENT THESE FOR. PLEASE, IF YOU DO USE THESE OR ANY OF MY FRIENDS POETRY, GIVE THEM CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE. IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS EITHER MESSAGE ME OR LEAVE A COMMENT. THANKS
ALSO SEE HEATHER'S POETRY FOR [Danger1]'S POEMS AND MY POEMS FOR [dead-priestess]'S POEMS
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New Update] Hey my friends, im finished with Amy's poetry page (well its been finished but i just havnt told u yet lol) anyways, here it is.
missie's poetry
And as always, let there be a curse on your name should u steal her work for your own gain.
"JOURNEY OF COST"
FOREVER AM I ON THIS JOURNEY OF COST
ONCE IN A WHILE I STOP AND THINK OF WHAT I HAVE LOST;
A FRIENDSHIP SEPARATED,
A LOVE LEFT NOT REGENERATED,
A LIFE THAT HITS DEAD END AFTER END,
AND A LETTER LEFT TO SEND,
THEN I THINK WHAT IS THIS JOURNEY FOR,
THIS TRIP THATS LEFT ME SO POOR AND SORE;
I SIT FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE YEARS,
ALMOST DROWNING IN TEARS,
IN PAIN SO HOT THAT IT SEERS;
BUT I STILL SIT CONFUSED,
WHY HAVE I BEEN REFUSED?
I ASK OVER AND OVER BUT THERES NEVER AN ANSWER,
IT CLINGS AND DESTROYS LIKE CANCER;
SO WHAT IS LEFT TO DO,
WHAT THOUGHTS WILL GIVE ME THE STRENGTH TO PULL MYSELF THROUGH;
THEN I STAND AND LOOK AROUND,
OFF IN THE DISTANCE I HEAR A SOUND,
IT IS ONLY A BREATH, HARDLY A VOICE,
IT SAYS I ALONE HAVE THE CHOICE,
AT FIRST I DONT UNDERSTAND,
THEN A SOFT WIND TOUCHES MY HAND;
THIS CHOICE IS WHY I HAVE BEEN IN SUCH PAIN,
BUT IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY CRUTCH, MY CAIN;
THE CHOICE AS I REALIZE,
IS TO LOVE EVEN WHEN ALL ELSE DIES;
LOVE HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY STRENGTH,
ENOUGH TO KEEP ON WALKING THIS JOURNEY TO ITS LENGTH
“Courage to Share”
Courage to share,
not a time to despair.
The good news is what I speak,
it lifts the weak,
it heals the sick,
and stands sturdy as a brick.
Jesus spoke of it
and people just laughed and spit.
But Jesus had courage above all
so he did not fall.
Because he did the ultimate
The story is in the new and old testimate.
He spread the word,
and did not fear the sword.
In the end he said,
just before he was dead,
“forgive them for they do not understand
for they fell for the underhand.
This is the end, it is done”
and down went the son.
But for just three days,
for his death was turned away.
Instead he rose
and spoke to those
who needed to hear,
“you need not fear”
for his courage has freed
all who wouldn’t heed.
"FISHING"
JESUS SAID COME AND I WILL MAKE YOU FISHERS OF MEN
THEY DIDNT KNOW WHAT THAT MENT THEN
BUT THEY LEFT THE FISH
TO FOLLOW HIS WISH
BEFORE THEY KNEW IT THEY HAD MORE CHRISTIANS
WHO SOON LEARNED WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO WALK WITH CHRIST THEN
THEY TOUGHT AT THE TEMPLES
BEFORE THE WORD COULD CRUMPLE
THEY FOLLOWED CHRIST FAITHFULLY
THEY DID NOT USE WORDS WASTEFULLY
IT WAS THEN THAT THEY KNEW
AS THE NEED FOR FISHING GREW
THE FISH WERE SAFE
THROUGH GODS GRACE
AS ANOTHER CHRISTIAN ENTERED THE FOLD
IT WAS ANOTHER CATCH THEY COULD HOLD
SO NOW I GUESS THEY KNOW WHAT IT MEANS
TO FISH FOR MEN AND THEY KNEW THIS BY ONE MEANS
"FLOW"
LISTEN TO ME AS I LET THESE WORDS GO
LISTEN TO ME AS I SPIN THIS FREESTYLE FLOW
IT WAS THEN IN THE GREATEST OF DAYS
WHEN JESUS LET US LET GO OF OUR EVILEST OF WAYS
HE LAID IT ALL DOWN
WHEN HE WAS STRUNG UP SO WE WOULDNT DROWN
HE THOUGHT OF OTHERS
WHEN HE WAS ABOUT TO SMOTHER
CHRIST ON THE CROSS WAS UNSIGHTLY
THEN HE ROSE BY THE COMMAND OF THE ALL MIGHTY
IT WAS ON THE THIRD DAY
HE WAS TOLD HE WOULD COME BACK ANYWAY
WE STILL WAIT FOR THE CLUES
OF THE DAY HE WILL CHOOSE
SOME OF US MIGHT UNFORTUNATELY LOSE
BUT IF YOU BELIEVE
IT WILL BE A TIME TO RELIEVE
YOU WILL GO TO THE BEST PLACE
IF YOU RUN IN THE RIGHT RACE
THE FINISH LINE IS HEAVEN
THE GREATEST HAVEN
SO IN THE END
ALL YOU NEED IS TO FOLLOW THE STRAIT AND NOT THE BEND
THATS IT IM DONE THATS THAT
I WILL BE GONE AND I WONT COME BACK.
"LET YOUR SELF BE"
LET YOUR SELF BE
AS YOU SAIL UPON THIS SEA
LOOK AT THE GOAT
WHY DOES HE STAND SO STURDY ON THE BOAT
HAVE YOU HEARD OF NOAH?
HOW MUCH TRUST DO YOU KNOW OF?
HE HAD THE KIND
TO SEE AND NOT BE BLIND
HE COULD SEE ONCE HE WAS TOLD
IT WAS TIME TO GET RID OF THE OLD
SO HE KNEW HE NEEDED 2 FOR 2 OF EVERY ANIMAL
THEN HE DOUBLE CHECKED TO MAKE SURE HE HAD THEM ALL
THEN THE RAIN CAME LIKE A CURTAIN GOING DOWN
HE MADE SURE THEY DID NOT DROWN
HE HAD THE TRUST CALLED FAITH
HE PUT HIS LIFE AND BODY FORTH FOR GOD
BECAUSE HE DID NOT FEAR THE WRAITH
AND IN THE END HE JUST LOOKED TOWARD THE SKY AND MADE A NOD
"THE CROSS"
IT IS THE SIMBOLE OF OUR SALVATION
THE ENDING OF OUR STARVATION
THE FOUNDING OF THIS NATION
THE REMINDER OF THE CREATION
ITS USE WAS SO SAD
BUT IT MADE THINGS NOT SO BAD
THIS SIMBOLE THAT I SPEEK OF
HELD THE CHRIST FROM ABOVE
THIS SIMBOLE IS THE CROSS
IT SAW SUCH A LOSS
JESUS KNEW IT WOULD HAPPEN
HE SUFFERED SO THE SUFFERING WOULD END
HE KNEW HE WOULD BE BETRAYED
BUT HIS FAITH NEVER WOULD FADE
THEN HE ROSE ON THE THIRD DAY
IT WAS BECAUSE HE ALONE WOULD OBEY
SOONER OR LATER HE WILL DECEND AGAIN
TO MARK THE BEGINING AND THE END.
"THE WRAP OF LIFE"
LIFE IS A QUEST
MORE THAN A JOURNEY OUT WEST
AS IN ANY QUEST IT HAS ITS PROBLEMS
WHEN SUMMER TURNS TO AUTUMN
LIFE MAY SEEM KIND OF GRIM
LIKE WHEN YOU LOSE A GRIN
LIFE CAN TURN GRAY
LIKE WHEN LOVE SEEMS TO TURN AWAY
BUT THERE IS A LOVE
THAT IS WORN LIKE A SOFT GLOVE
WHEN NOTHING ELSE APPEARS GOOD
LOOK OUTSIDE OF YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD
THERE IS A LOVE THAT WRAPS LIKE A WARM BLANKET
REGARDLESS IF YOU HAVE A TICKET
ALL YOU NEED TO DO IS ASK
THAT IS WHEN YOU CAN BASK
IF YOU CANT COMPREHEND
YOU MUST FIRST REALIZE THERE IS NO END
WHAT IS THIS BLANKET I SPEECH OF?
THE ONE THAT WRAPS YOUR LIFE WITH LOVE?
THE ONE THAT IS BOTH NEAR AND FAR?
THE ONE THAT HAS NO BAR?
THE LOOM THAT CREATED THE BLANKET IS JESUS
THE THREAD THAT WAS WORKED BY THE LOOM IS THE HOLY SPIRIT
AND LAST BUT SURELY NOT LEAST IS THE CREATOR AND WORKER OF BOTH LOOM AND THREAD
THE ONE THAT MADE THE BLANKETS TO COMFORT EVERYONE’S LIFE THIS ONE IS CALLED MANY THINGS: LORD, MASTER, ABBA,GOD
NO MATTER THE NAME
HE IS STILL MY WRAP OF LIFE ALL THE SAME
EVERY TIME
Every time we speak, I can't help but to smile,
and every time I see you, you take my breath away.
Every time we are not together, to see you I'll walk mile after mile,
and every time I hear your voice, it makes it a good day.
Every time I hear sadness in your voice, it makes me want to cry,
and every tear that runs down your cheek, makes me want to change the world.
Every time you cry, I want to hold you till your cheeks are dry,
and every time you laugh, I realize your the greatest happiness in my world
Thus in short all this says is as you said if I leave you, you will die
and so in turn will I.
AMY, WHAT I WROTE IN THIS POEM IS TRUE. AND AS TIME GOES ON IT GETS MORE AND MORE TRUE. I LOVE YOU.
FEW PEOPLE
FEW PEOPLE COME IN TO THIS WORLD
AND MAKE THE WHOLE WORLD SEEM BRIGHT,
AND YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE RARE AND SPECIAL PEOPLE.
WHEN I WAS SAD YOU MADE ME SMILE.
WHEN I FELT ALONE AND UPSET,
YOU WERE THERE FOR ME,
AND YOU MADE ME FEEL STRONG ENOUGH TO TAKE ON THE WHOLE WORLD.
I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I APPRECIATE THE MANY THINGS YOU HAVE DONE FOR ME AND I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL WE ARE TOGETHER... FOREVER
THIS WAS WRITTEN BY [
Missie Loves Billy], THE ONE PERSON THAT MEANS MORE TO ME THAN ANY OTHER PERSON OR THING IN MY LIFE. AMY, I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN TELL.
The Nine Petals
The nine petals of this rose,
are for a love that continually grows;
The first is for a chance meeting,
in a time when love seems fleeting;
The second petal of this rose,
is for all love that’s greater than anyone knows;
The third is for your words,
which sound as beautiful as the song of birds;
The fourth petal of this flower,
is to make up for words gone sour;
The fifth petal, like you, smells so sweet,
this is for the feeling of sweeping you off your feet;
The sixth adds to the beauty, so fair,
and to find a petal more beautiful than you is beyond rare;
The seventh petal as we get closer to the end,
is for this rose and many more to send;
The eighth as we get closer still,
is for something to hold on to should we slip on this hill;
So as we come to petal number nine,
this is to help us realize all will be fine,
And this is where I must stop and ask if you will be mine,
And also is where I must ask will you be my valentine.
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