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Beach DayIn undulating waves that pound the shore—
Their frothy tides embracing higher waters—
I saw my joy, and sat down to adore
The one this heart would daily choose to wander.
No distance quite too far, no background din
Too raucous that I cannot stay and ponder
All the currents stirred I'm swimming in
Inside my heart, a longing still for more,
And wanderlust for oceans to explore.
Wax and WaneOh! wide-eyed wonder high up in the sky,
My only link transcending time and space,
How many separations have gone by
Before the searing coldness of your gaze?
And always in the fullest of your phase,
When many separations must go by,
'Tis then you choose to show your pallid face
And wide-eyed, sunder sighs up to the sky.
And yet you bear no ill-will, though I try
To pin my loneliness within your place.
For when I have my love within my hold,
You wrap the night around you in its folds
And from our private union hide your face
(Oh! Wide-eyed wonder!) from sighs up to the sky.
No FallowIf fruitful labor has but one sad fate,
'tis that my mind cannot in fallow lie.
My wearied hands do not procrastinate,
I promise you, but as I sit and try
To summon up the simplest of a noun,
I'm flummoxed, flustered, full of bluster.
Fertility demands that life lay down
And give until there's none to muster:
O! what a cruel device, this sacrifice!
The StruggleThough once I said it was adversity
That birthed the most imaginative verse,
In darkness lies no creativity,
Despair itself destroys and gives no birth.
It murders, leaving no recourse for mercy,
Swallowing up the brightest minds, its maw
Insatiable except for vilest cursing
Of self-inflicted wounds all rubbed and raw.
But when the light inside me flickers fire
And cuts through darkness with its needle rays,
The smallest candlelight might then inspire
Poetic justice for defeated days.
In light alone do shadows find their shape,
The struggle from which poems find escape.
WoundsThe time when verses flow most freely from my mind
Is not when life has altogether been too kind:
The echoed strains of joy, what words could catch and capture
The speechlessness of laughter, hearts abrim with rapture?
It's hopelessness and sorrow baring wounds through words,
A crust of scabbed emotions daring to be heard;
It itches mightily, and though you want to rip
Apart the hurt and all reminders in one strip,
It stings to know there is no bottom but an ooze,
This awful spring of inspiration, pain-infused.
But give it time to heal, protect it from all harm,
And off it comes. The skin beneath is new and warm
And paler than before, but solid in its form.
Memory #4: The CostIn my sophomore year, we would have prayer meetings every Wednesday afternoon. I would say that weekly meetups and prayer meetings were the times I learned the most that year. On one level, I learned about prayer itself, and how many different ways you could pray. You could pray through the Word (praying through a psalm was a particular favorite of mine), you could pray in one voice with each other, you could simply praise and adore God, or thank him. Along with my meetups I learned more about confessing in prayer as well. On another level, I learned a lot about the many different things we could intercede for. We would pray for our campus, our ministry, our missionaries, and most importantly, our people and the various facets of their lives. It felt that every prayer meeting was learning a new thing about prayer.
But even more than these substantial lessons, I learned a lot from the older people who led the prayers. Seeing their example as prayerful men and women left a deep impressio
UnspokenUntil the day appointed when I stand
And tell you all the hope you fill in me,
I'll tell you naught of what I understand
Within my heart, unseized by urgency.
For in the promise now I see no need
To haste the swelling feeling deep inside
Nor give up hope: to pray and not to plead,
To slowly bridge this shortening divide.
But we are closer than I could have thought,
And in the light of such proximity
The sentiment our interactions wrought
Are all too easy for your eyes to see.
For now, let this reward you for your wait:
The tenderness my actions indicate.
LifthrasirWhose princely air proudly
Passed the sea in freefalls,
Who sought peace, sword flaming,
Striking words like forgefalls,
Pride of Berk, battleworn,
Breathing life where strife falls,
Prized by Líf in prayer:
Their pressed lips, blessed footfalls.
Das MitternachtskleidDich ziert allein des Mondes Schein,
doch könntest du nicht schöner sein.
Denn schwerelos legt es sich nieder,
auf deine blassen bloßen Glieder.
Der schwarze Samt, ein Sternenschleier.
Verliebt, verzaubert - niemals freier!
Berührt' ich dich in dieser Nacht,
verführt von unbekannter Macht.
Noch treiben wir im Sternenmeer.
Von unsren Armen sanft umschlossen.
Doch fürchten schon den Morgen sehr.
Die schönste Zeit wart kurz genossen.
Vergangen ist das reine Kleid.
Und aus der Liebe - wurde Leid.
A Crown to an Empty BedAlone I lie in cold December night
Against the mattress cold, hard, and ancient.
Perspiréd breath has ta’en its frosty flight
Around my room, both frozen and vacant.
No morn shall rise nor single evening fall
That has the cradle hold my companion.
Nay, youthful Summer hath o’erbounded Fall,
And, of my heart, Winter’s forged a canyon.
The fault of schism wound is mine alone:
The consequence of a love unrestrained.
Perhaps some eldritch sin should I atone,
But her new love was recently proclaimed.
Before this time where melancholy reigns
The Summer is the prelude of my pain.
The Summer is the prelude of my pain:
That rich, august time brimmed with light and rays.
T’was then when her love conquered my domain,
And we were betrothed ‘til our end of days.
My glance was transfixed on her mien’s fair sun!
My heart would pulsate only for her care.
And as the course of our compact did run
My passion for her rose with higher air!
My constant attention prov
Sonnet CollaborationLove is the floral aroma that surrounds you;
Like the warmth of the loving, the gentle, and the kind.
The dream that you always will want to wake up to;
Unlike the chill of the bitter and distant that keeps you in your right mind.
Love is the feeling of bliss, of the weightlessness of flight;
Soaring and fluttering faster than any heartbeat known.
In your arms I am protected by your insurmountable might;
Engulf me in your wings, my love, together we have grown.
Love is a wonderfully glorified, complete and utter mess;
It is like getting a cold from dancing in the rain;
It is the warmth of your heart as the rain melts away any and all stress.
Love is marvelous, but is also a great pain;
Love is letting them go and moving on to better days, sitting back quietly as your sad love song plays.
Hetalia PoemTomatoes are red,
Germany’s eyes are blue,
If I were close to two people who died,
I’d wave a white flag too
Freedom CryYou can't ask me to love
After I've broken the chains
Swore an oath to my heart
Never again to seek the pain
You can't wait forever
When I'm resolved to fight
Against all the scars
From the whips of my former plight
You can't be the words
Spoken with sincere eyes
Carried into the wind
If all they'll be is lies
Don't expect my heart to open
When I've mended the broken stones
Every turn of time
When I felt so alone
You can't expect me to love
When I embraced the arms
Of solitude,a solace
That never brought me harm
So if you can love me
Then turn and walk away
Because I have forsaken
The promises of "Someday".
A Dance in ThunderWouldn’t you watch storms with me,
dancing for eternity
while typhoons carry us away
beyond our cares, beyond the bay?
Come along and twirl with lightning;
Trust me! It’s joyful and exciting!
Come throw your woes past the sea
and watch this tempest with only me.
Would you not dance in the rain
as it melts away our pains?
I promise that you’ll never drown
so long as I’m fore’er around
to keep you close and warm and safe
from tyrant thunder’s rumbling quake.
Such joys that you could scarce believe
are all yours if you dance with me.
Could you be with me alone
to fight all of life’s sticks and stones?
Together we weather every squall
and all burdens we both could haul.
While others beat, hate, and berate,
we can enjoy our chosen fate.
Though none may like such unity,
would you watch the storm with me?
In A Year's TimeA wise North Star is in your eyes;
Therein, should lost I ever be,
May I look and fast realize
My way may sure be found with thee.
And should I, ere despair's repose,
Think myself too estranged from life,
When dare I to think--to suppose
To lose myself upon a knife;
My heart you must soon draw in close--
Submerge and anchor far from strife--
So deep I'll be in black holes, those
That searched and found as you proposed
And I said yes to be your wife.
Smile SweetSmile Sweet
smile sweet my love
in the darkness or worlds above
you can fly to worlds untold
with only the smile that you hold
so speak sweet
for life is a treat
when you know who loves you ever still
I'll be waiting by your window sill
to run with you through the night
and to fight away every fright
smile sweet my dear
my soft lullaby you'll hear
some where inside your dreams
where you can't hear evil screams
sleep tight my heart
we're never too far apart
so smile sweet
don't stare at your feet
I love to see the shimmer in your eyes
till the day we say our last goodbyes
I shall remain by your side
hand in hand we'll stride
so smile sweet
some day you'll meet
the light that shines
behind my eyes
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