This is my favorite repetition poem. It's dedicated to Tianna Ranae and my little girls in Beverly Hills.
I love you girls.
I hope you can walk
with your head held up high
I hope you can smile
At someone as they walk by
I hope you can love
Like no one has before
I hope you get your heart broken
But forgive, and go back for more
I hope that you can see
The beauty you keep inside
I hope that you can speak your mind
And not run away and hide
I hope you can stay strong
And love yourself enough
I hope you can smile through your tears
Even when its tough
Because I couldn't
Walk with my head held high
Because I didn't
Smile at someone as they walked by
Because I never could
Love like no one else before
Because I got my heart broken
But never returned for more
Because I never could see
The supposed beauty I had inside
Because I was too afraid
to speak my mind and not run away and hide
Because I let everything get to me
And did not love myself enough
But most of all I never
Could smile, especially when it was tough
This is what I hope for you
To make better decisions than I
Because before you know it
The time just flies on by.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Repetition Poem
This is a repetition poem. Pretty self-explanatory. :)
I'm still here today
because of their smiles
and the words they said to me
I'm still here today
because their innocence
opened my eyes to see
I'm still here today
because their love calmed
the raging storm in me
I'm still here today
because of the way
they looked at me
I'm still here today
because their hope
and faith in me
I'm still here today
because of her honesty
In telling how much she loved me
I'm still here today
because of their smiles
and the words they said to me
I'm still here today
because their innocence
opened my eyes to see
I'm still here today
because their love calmed
the raging storm in me
I'm still here today
because of the way
they looked at me
I'm still here today
because their hope
and faith in me
I'm still here today
because of her honesty
In telling how much she loved me
Cinquain Poems
These are Cinquain poems.
Noun-
two adjectives-
two "ing" verbs-
a phrase about the subject-
adjective or noun which renames subject
Basketball
strategy, skill
running, shooting, passing
The key to my heart
My love
Children
innocent, mischievous
jumping, running, laughing
Can look right into your heart
Saviors of my life
Angela
honest, strong
working, supporting, leading
Helps to keep my strong
My rock
Mountains
huge, imposing
standing, guarding, signaling
Overpowering any weakness
Protection
Noun-
two adjectives-
two "ing" verbs-
a phrase about the subject-
adjective or noun which renames subject
Basketball
strategy, skill
running, shooting, passing
The key to my heart
My love
Children
innocent, mischievous
jumping, running, laughing
Can look right into your heart
Saviors of my life
Angela
honest, strong
working, supporting, leading
Helps to keep my strong
My rock
Mountains
huge, imposing
standing, guarding, signaling
Overpowering any weakness
Protection
Haiku Poems
These are my Haiku poems for College Creative Writing...
She starts over again
Like sand swept free of footprints
After the high tide
Fortress-like mountains
Seem to live in the light clouds
Her favorite place
The small creek gurgles
Like a young child giggles
Not a well-kept secret
The thunder rumbles
Lightning streaks across the sky
Storm inside her heart
Wild horse take flight
Cougar hiding in the bushes
Guard always raised
The bright sun rises
Starting a new chapter
In her broken life
She starts over again
Like sand swept free of footprints
After the high tide
Fortress-like mountains
Seem to live in the light clouds
Her favorite place
The small creek gurgles
Like a young child giggles
Not a well-kept secret
The thunder rumbles
Lightning streaks across the sky
Storm inside her heart
Wild horse take flight
Cougar hiding in the bushes
Guard always raised
The bright sun rises
Starting a new chapter
In her broken life
Cassie
**Dedicated to you Jessica!
Cassie-
Loyal, caring, intuitive
Sister of Schyler and Gabriel
Lover of handmade notes, heart-to-heart talks
and the innocence of a child's laughter
Who feels comfortable on the court, at peace in the silence
and trusting of few
Who needs the freedom of choice, strength of a close confidante
and the love of a child
Who gives support, an ear for listening and a strong opinion
Who fears the dentist, the future and losing herself completely
Who would like to see everlasting "Olympics peace," children
with full bellies and housing for the homeless
Who lives among the peaceful fields that sustain us all
(My last name)-
Cassie-
Loyal, caring, intuitive
Sister of Schyler and Gabriel
Lover of handmade notes, heart-to-heart talks
and the innocence of a child's laughter
Who feels comfortable on the court, at peace in the silence
and trusting of few
Who needs the freedom of choice, strength of a close confidante
and the love of a child
Who gives support, an ear for listening and a strong opinion
Who fears the dentist, the future and losing herself completely
Who would like to see everlasting "Olympics peace," children
with full bellies and housing for the homeless
Who lives among the peaceful fields that sustain us all
(My last name)-
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Portrait of Me
Quiet confidence. Walking through the halls absorbed in her own thoughts. Intuitive. A close friend walks by and she reads the turmoil in their eyes. Hard to approach. Something about her seems so preoccupied all the time. Her inner strength is obvious to everyone but herself.
She scans the crowd with a solemn look on her face. Searching the many faces, taking note of the obvious stories written across them. Looking for a friend, strength in numbers. Her friend's support has a irreplaceable role in her overly cluttered life.
A t-shirt and jeans. Her trademark dress. Dressing always ready for a game of pick-up. She walks with long, slow strides like she's walking through water. Her feet seem to hold her back. No makeup. She has no one to impress. Hair up and out of her face. Always easier to think. Blending in to the crowd of people, she quietly resumes her everyday routine.
She scans the crowd with a solemn look on her face. Searching the many faces, taking note of the obvious stories written across them. Looking for a friend, strength in numbers. Her friend's support has a irreplaceable role in her overly cluttered life.
A t-shirt and jeans. Her trademark dress. Dressing always ready for a game of pick-up. She walks with long, slow strides like she's walking through water. Her feet seem to hold her back. No makeup. She has no one to impress. Hair up and out of her face. Always easier to think. Blending in to the crowd of people, she quietly resumes her everyday routine.
You Know Me Best
The look in my eyes
Shows you I'm stressed
The wild urgency
You know I won't confess
You know when I'm down
Hurt, beaten and sad
You know my strengths
My weaknesses and what makes me mad
My likes and dislikes
Are second nature for you
Sometimes you know how I feel
Even before I do
The long talks about
Anything and everything it seems
Has opened your eyes
To my secret hopes and dreams
If someday I am
Half as amazing as you
I'll be who I am then
Because of what you got me through
Shows you I'm stressed
The wild urgency
You know I won't confess
You know when I'm down
Hurt, beaten and sad
You know my strengths
My weaknesses and what makes me mad
My likes and dislikes
Are second nature for you
Sometimes you know how I feel
Even before I do
The long talks about
Anything and everything it seems
Has opened your eyes
To my secret hopes and dreams
If someday I am
Half as amazing as you
I'll be who I am then
Because of what you got me through
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Faltering Faith
Many have their doubts
Some have many, some have few
Some follow in his footsteps
Do you know them, I do
The ones everyone counts on
To lead them through their plight
Because of their relationship with Him
They are expected to make things right
But the more they are pushed
To know Him and what to do
The more stress and responsibility
As time goes on they lose sight of Him too
Walking in the darkness
Hoping to find the light
But everywhere you turn
The more sins you have to fight
You finally break down
And give up on the light
Turn back toward the sin
And give it all your fight
The sin attacks your soul
From every direction it attacks
The more it comes
The more your faith lacks
You have to come to a decision
What will it be?
Will you go back to Him
Or forever fail to see?
Some have many, some have few
Some follow in his footsteps
Do you know them, I do
The ones everyone counts on
To lead them through their plight
Because of their relationship with Him
They are expected to make things right
But the more they are pushed
To know Him and what to do
The more stress and responsibility
As time goes on they lose sight of Him too
Walking in the darkness
Hoping to find the light
But everywhere you turn
The more sins you have to fight
You finally break down
And give up on the light
Turn back toward the sin
And give it all your fight
The sin attacks your soul
From every direction it attacks
The more it comes
The more your faith lacks
You have to come to a decision
What will it be?
Will you go back to Him
Or forever fail to see?
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Mission Trip to Denver-mostly extracurriculars :)
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Trip To D.C.
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