Posts tagged: poem
I just want to write a bunch of poems about you. Maybe then my heart will be satisfied. Maybe then the fantasy will die.
When it feels like you wrote a sermon instead of a poem.
a hot-chocolate-and-soup kind of day
A stay-in-bed-all-day kind of day
With blankets wrapped up to your neck,
watching the TV on Channel Guide because you wrapped your arms up before you found a channel to watch and you’re determined not to move.
a baby-don’t-go-because-I-need-you-to-stay-warm kind of day
A permission-to-cuddle kind of day
A permission-to-skip-class-or-work-but-not-really kind of day.
when laziness can take over
because the shudder your body does once it meets cold weather is too much to bare.
Chattering teeth don’t make beautiful melodies,
let me sip some tea and sing instead.
a hurry-up-and-get-work-done kind of day
So you can go home, relax, and play.
a warning: winter’s on its way.
One of those poems that make you go “Oooo!”
Is that you can’t be jealous of other people’s work. You can’t kick yourself and say, “Why didn’t I think of that?!” Just smile and appreciate the beautiful and clever way that someone put those words together. Know that if you keep writing, you will get better, and you will write something just as clever. Feed off other people’s brilliance. Let it inspire your work. Strive to be original. It’s getting harder it seems, but everyday I hear something that only a poet could have dreamed of. Words that are carefully weaved together to form new metaphors, similes, analogies. Something that takes my breath away. I thank God for my gift and pray that if I don’t have the ability to take someone’s breath away, that I can make them think. And think of Him in particular.
This is what happens when you try to plan a poetry slam/event and use that as an excuse to watch poetry videos.
The second thing that put a smile on my face this morning. I might be late, but I obviously didn’t know lol.
The first - going to church.
For all the Miles Hodges/Strivers Row fans who might be late like me:
Original poem by me
As I’m running this race
Lord, help me keep my pace
Don’t let me backtrack
By being caught up in worldly distractions
And if I’m in the lead
Doing everything that’s required of me
Help me be humble
Let me not get caught up in how well my ministry is doing
Boasting about being the best
Instead of boasting how God is moving
Let me focus on my ministry and me
Give me blinders so I won’t compete
At the end of the day, it’s not about how much money the ministry made
It’s about how many people got saved.
It’s not about being better than the rest
It’s about how we are all doing God’s work and giving it our best
Lord, fill me with modesty
Let me eat the biggest slice of humble pie
It’s not about the success
It’s about honoring the Most High
I love it already.
Even though we are doing poetry for the first half of the semester, it’s cool. I do enjoy poetry.
But fiction writing is my heart.
We don’t have class Thursday :D that’s crazy, but she has a conference to go to.
My first out of class poem is done. I might write another one to see which one I like better. She gave us a prompt for it.
I will post the poem later on since I really quite like it.
It’s called a Piece of Memories.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley