Happy World Poetry Day!

Happy World Poetry Day y’all!

As a writer, I love to read poetry – but I don’t only love to read it, I also love to write it. With it being world poetry day, I thought I would share with y’all some of my favorite poems.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –Image result for Beautiful Birds

That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.
Emily Dickinson

I’ve always loved this poem; it’s funny how the things you really love, memorize easily. Hope is such an important component in life. With hope, people can get through some of the most difficult times. Hope is incredibly powerful. As Proverbs 13:12 says, “Hope deferred makes the heart sick.”

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
      But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
      On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
      At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
      Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
      There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
      The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
      Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
Edgar Albert Guest
In my first year at The Potter’s School (TPS for short), I took English 1. This was one of the poems we had to memorize. In my opinion, it’s one of the more upbeat, happy poems, but between that is an important message: not to give up. There are so many times in life, that we can feel like giving up – it’s too hard, too stressful; we’re not good enough, we lack the skills, etc…Yet, even against all of the obstacles, we must not give up.
Hebrews 12:1 says, “let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,” and 1 Corinthians 9:24 states, “Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it.” Persevere.
Image result for the cross“Which of ye will be mortal to redeem Man’s mortal crime,
and just th’ unjust to save,
Dwells in all Heaven charity so dear?”
He asked, but all the heav’nly choir stood mute,
And silence was in Heav’n; on man’s behalf
Patron or intercessor none appeared,
Much less that durst upon his own head draw
The deadly forfeiture, and ransom set.
And now without redemption all mankind
Must have been lost, adjudged to death and Hell
By doom severe, had not the Son of God,
In whom the fullness dwells of love divine,
His dearest mediation thus renewed.
Paradise Lost ~ John Milton
Last year, I took British Lit and Comp. We had to read several different sonnets, poems, and stories, but one that stuck with me was this section of Paradise Lost. It paints such a beautiful picture to help us understand even more so, the value of Jesus’ sacrifice.
Philippians 2:5-8 says, “Have this mind among yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, who, though he was in the form of God, did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the form of a servant, being born in the likeness of men. And being found in human form, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross.”
Those are some of my favorite poems! What poetry do y’all enjoy reading? Let me know in the comments below!
~ Southern Dreamer

Beast ~ Creative Writing

Will you love me?

When my voice screams and yells?

Can you be with me?

Through the darkness that I feel?

During the unending night – where I am drowned by grief, where my hands are stained with blood, where my heart cannot stop pounding.

Will you, can you see me? Or just…a Beast.

Pin for Later: Rumple and Belle's Twisted and Sweet Romance Evolution  It almost works, but her plan blows up in her face when Rumple lashes out. 

A Beast covered in dozens of scars – white marks that are displayed over my heart.

To be a beast. Covered in the mud of your failings.

A Beast that is slowly dying day by day – alone with no one to call my name.

To be a beast. Cloaked in a voice always whispering in shame and regret.

A Beast who has done unspeakable deeds – causing all to recede from me.

To be a beast. Clothed in the darkness that you have wrought upon yourself.

A Beast. To be a beast.

 i-am-your-angel-of-blogs: THIS GIF HURTS ME he just looks so unsure but it's what he's needed for so long

Can you love me?

(A Beast)

Will you stay by me?

(A Beast)

Can you believe in redemption for me?

(A Beast)

Will you see me?

(A Beast)

at least i got to see you one last time

Behind These Icy Walls ~ A Narrative Poem

Little girl, she does not know of the gift she has been given.

Something no one understands, a mystery to be hidden.

Different from the start, with her blonde locks and blue eyes,

The magic that flows through her veins, what she will come to despise.

Little girl, she laughs and plays with a brightly lit smile.

Her younger sibling, as she knows, is completely worthwhile.

Stars twinkle outside the castle, casting their glittering light.

The moon watches from above at what will soon be a terrible plight.

Little girl, her hands shake in terror and fear.

How did this happen? To be so severe?

She stares in a numb pain, at her unconscious, injured sister.

Why did she have to have this horrible, awful…this power?

elsa3

Little girl, she is isolated in a room all alone.

Her heart hurts and the future now seems very unknown.

Years pass and the truth finally comes out.

The people look at her in disdain and holler razor sharp shouts.

Little girl, she backs away – fear soaring high.

She does not want to hurt anyone…or cause a person to die.

Magenta fabric whips wildly behind her slender form.

And with each step on the lake, an icy trail appears like a storm.

Little girl, she runs away – never looking back.

Once more alone, she is now her own pack.

No longer where harm can come to those she loves,

She looks at her hands, and takes off the gloves.

Little girl, a timid smile crosses her face.

Intricate details of ice and snow, she creates in this wondrous place.

Cold, frozen beauty rises up in the sky.

A palace made of ice, oh so high.

10 simply Amazing pictures of snowflakes:

Oh little girl, destiny you cannot escape.

You will have to face challenges, much more difficult than releasing your cape.

You will be made to return in a manner unfit for a queen.

Dragged back unconscious and treated like you could have never foreseen.

Your hands will be cuffed – the chain bolted to the ground.

A cold cell for a room – unbefitting for the crowned.

Despair will rage through you, yet you will not give up.

Using your remaining strength to free yourself in a magical buildup.

Yet this is not the end.

For several more trials must transcend.

A sword will be drawn – its silver edge glinting daringly.

The metal will be raised with a declare so cocky.

sword:

Your soul wearied down from years of isolation.

Causes you to wait in defeat for this terrible resolution.

But something else transpires.

The sword breaks in half, ending that evil man’s desires.

Not all is well, as the next few seconds tell.

Your rescuer of a sister, now but an icy shell.

When everything is thought, to be utterly lost.

A miracle occurs – beginning with the frost.

Your sister’s statue of ice, has begun to melt.

She is alive once more and your arms surround her in an embrace most heartfelt.

Little girl, given a burden of such magnitude.

She has started to extrude,

And show that behind these icy walls, there is to be viewed,

Elsa of Arendelle, who exhibits a queen’s rectitude.

.:

Note: The collage at the top was made by me. All other pictures come from Pinterest.

 

Love – An Acrostic Prayer Poem

For my Creative Writing class, I had to write an acrostic prayer poem about a topic talked about in the Bible. I chose ‘love’ and this is what I came up with. I hope y’all like it! 🙂

Love is miraculous, amazing in all of its mysterious glory.

Astounding in its selfless passion.

Never abandoning in its constant flow of affection.

It is the tender whispers from the Holy Spirit.

Emotion overflowing as my heart reads the words of His wooing.

Devotion so clear – the sacrifice, the pain, the grace.

Esteeming me to be worthy of respect and fondness.

Always there, love embodies the trinity of God as constant as the saltiness of the sea.

Nothing can disintegrate this love, it is eternal – forever.