My poetry...

[HELENz]

I don't write poetry very much! I never really have... I mostly just write it when something in my life is really bothering me or frustrating me... There's six I'm going to post today, along with a brief explanation behind the reasons for writing each poem... They're in order from most recent (top) to oldest (bottom)...

The first poem is in response to some comments by one of my really good friends. He has been going through some really tough times. Perhaps you can relate to some of the opinions the 'you' is saying...

You Blame God
You blame God for all that you've been through.
You blame God for everyone who has hurt you,
Everyone who has broken your trust,
Everyone who has let you down.​

You say that you believe that God picks and chooses,
Who He loves and who He smites.
You say that God has chosen you as one He smites,
That He is the reason you're hurting.
You say that God doesn't care about you or your pain.​

I'm telling you that this isn't the truth.
It's a lie that Satan is telling you
That keeps you from experiencing God's love.
God doesn't cause pain,
Satan does and then clouds your vision
So you can't see the truth.
God doesn't pick and choose who He loves.
He doesn't hate you.
He doesn't hate anyone.
God loves everyone.​

The next poem relates to an oh-so-fun situation that I've been dealing with. The poem explains it pretty well...​

Stuck in the Middle
You've been friends for many years.
I hate seeing such good friends fighting,
Fighting over something so stupid and pointless.
Mistakes were made by both of you.
Both of you have a point.
I can see that both of you are hurting.
I can't take sides.
I am good friends with both of you.
I am stuck in the middle of all this,
And it's hurting me as well.
I don't want to see you give up such a good friendship.
I hope that you can work it out.​

The next one is basically just a praise to God for always being the 'Only One' I could always count on...​

The Only One
I've lived in five different places.
Born in Colorado;
Moved to California;
Moved to a small town in Ohio called Granville;
Moved to the nightmare known as Blacklick;
Moved to my current locale... Grandview Heights!​

I've gone to five schools.
That one in California;
Welsh Hills in Grandview;
Olde Orchard in Blacklick;
Grandview Heights Middle School;
My current school... Grandview Heights High School!​

I've never exactly sailed on easily.
I've had my share of storms.
Bad breakups;
Lost friendships;
Bullies...​

Through it all, You've been there.
Through all the chaos, You've been there.
I've been let down by so many people;
People I thought I could trust;
I thought I knew who they were;
I thought I could count on them.
I didn't know;
I couldn't count on them...​

Lord, You've been the only one!
The only one to never let me down;
The only one who hasn't changed;
The only one I could count on.
You've never turned your back on me;
Even when I strayed;
You've always been there!
Your love is like no other;
There's nothing that even compares!​

The next poem is about a friend of mine that died on February 27, 2007. His name was Blake Davids. If I remember correctly, this was posted on a memorial I made for him on here. He loved to skateboard, so that's the inspiration for this particular one...​

Skateboarding in Heaven?
A friend's gone!
He has left this crazy world.
He's onto whatever's next...
But what is next?
None of us really know for sure...​

Some say there's nothing;
That this life is all there is...
Some say that we're reincarnated;
Coming back to Earth as something or someone else...
I believe in Heaven and Hell...
I believe I'm going to Heaven;
I hope to see my friend there...
Skateboarding, laughing, and entertaining;
Just like he did in his 18 years on Earth...
But I don't know if he's there.
Only God really knows!
And He doesn't seem to be giving us many hints!
I'll just have to wait and see...​

The next poem is about the Virginia Tech tragedy. I wrote it the day after it occured...

A Tragedy occured...
A tragedy occured yesterday...
Monday April 16, 2007...
Another school shooting...
Worse than Columbine...
33 dead including the gunman...
Worst shooting massacre ever...​

Maroon and orange...
The colors of a school forever changed...
Never the same...
Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, friends gone...
Gone, but not goodbye...
For I believe that their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and friends will see them again...
It isn't the end...​

Life went on exactly as it did yesterday, and the day before...
People act as if nothing happened...
Tests are taken;
Homework is passed out;
Lunch is eaten;
Books are read:
Songs are sung;
Notes are taken;
Life goes on...​

I wore maroon and orange today...
In memory of those who died...
Nobody knew the significance of the colors I wore...
No mention of it...
Except for in homeroom...
A moment of silence
For the victims...
A moment to pray, think and reflect...
A moment too little...​

The last one is also about Blake. It was, I believe, written before I became a Christian. Keep that in mind as you read it. It is written in French (don't ask), so I'm providing a translation, in italics.​

Il est mort...
Il est mort...
Je dois me dire ça,
Ainsi que je crois qu'il est vrai.​

Il est mort...
Encore, je ne peux croire ça!
C'est très triste...​

Il est mort...
Il était très comique et ouvert...
Toujours, il faisait me rire...​

Il est mort...
Il était très gentil...
Toujours, Il était la vie de la boum!​

Il est mort...
Je ne lui verrai jamais, de nouveau...
Je ne verrai son visage désoupilant, encore une fois...​

Il est mort...
Je suis furieuse contre lui,
Parce qu'il fait beaucoup de persons dérangement.
Mais, je suis très triste, parce qu'il est parti pour toujours.​

Il est mort...​

He Is Dead...
He is dead...
I have to tell myself this,
So that I believe it's true.​

He is dead...
Still, I can't believe it!
It's very sad...​

He is dead...
He was very funny and outgoing...
Always, he made me laugh...​

He is dead...
He was very nice...
Always, he was the life of the party!​

He is dead...
I will never see him, again...
I will never see his hillarious face, again...​

He is dead...
I'm angry with him,
Because he made a lot of people upset...
But, I'm sad, because he is gone forever.​

He is dead...​

Thank you for reading my poetry.​

 

[DarkCougar555]

Wow! They are so fantastic!

Thanks for sharing with us about those poems.

 

[HELENz]

Thank you! (Sorry it took me so long to respond... I kinda forgot about this site for a bit...)

 

[DarkCougar555]

It's okay. They are pretty good.

 

[trt]

I like the last poem you wrote in French A LOT.
Good stuff. Keep up the good work.

 

[HELENz]

To the last two replies, THANKS! (I kinda forgot about this site... again)

 

[Langelihle]

I don't write poetry very much! I never really have... I mostly just write it when something in my life is really bothering me or frustrating me... There's six I'm going to post today, along with a brief explanation behind the reasons for writing each poem... They're in order from most recent (top) to oldest (bottom)...

The first poem is in response to some comments by one of my really good friends. He has been going through some really tough times. Perhaps you can relate to some of the opinions the 'you' is saying...

You Blame God
You blame God for all that you've been through.
You blame God for everyone who has hurt you,
Everyone who has broken your trust,
Everyone who has let you down.​

You say that you believe that God picks and chooses,
Who He loves and who He smites.
You say that God has chosen you as one He smites,
That He is the reason you're hurting.
You say that God doesn't care about you or your pain.​

I'm telling you that this isn't the truth.
It's a lie that Satan is telling you
That keeps you from experiencing God's love.
God doesn't cause pain,
Satan does and then clouds your vision
So you can't see the truth.
God doesn't pick and choose who He loves.
He doesn't hate you.
He doesn't hate anyone.
God loves everyone.​

The next poem relates to an oh-so-fun situation that I've been dealing with. The poem explains it pretty well...​

Stuck in the Middle
You've been friends for many years.
I hate seeing such good friends fighting,
Fighting over something so stupid and pointless.
Mistakes were made by both of you.
Both of you have a point.
I can see that both of you are hurting.
I can't take sides.
I am good friends with both of you.
I am stuck in the middle of all this,
And it's hurting me as well.
I don't want to see you give up such a good friendship.
I hope that you can work it out.​

The next one is basically just a praise to God for always being the 'Only One' I could always count on...​

The Only One
I've lived in five different places.
Born in Colorado;
Moved to California;
Moved to a small town in Ohio called Granville;
Moved to the nightmare known as Blacklick;
Moved to my current locale... Grandview Heights!​

I've gone to five schools.
That one in California;
Welsh Hills in Grandview;
Olde Orchard in Blacklick;
Grandview Heights Middle School;
My current school... Grandview Heights High School!​

I've never exactly sailed on easily.
I've had my share of storms.
Bad breakups;
Lost friendships;
Bullies...​

Through it all, You've been there.
Through all the chaos, You've been there.
I've been let down by so many people;
People I thought I could trust;
I thought I knew who they were;
I thought I could count on them.
I didn't know;
I couldn't count on them...​

Lord, You've been the only one!
The only one to never let me down;
The only one who hasn't changed;
The only one I could count on.
You've never turned your back on me;
Even when I strayed;
You've always been there!
Your love is like no other;
There's nothing that even compares!​

The next poem is about a friend of mine that died on February 27, 2007. His name was Blake Davids. If I remember correctly, this was posted on a memorial I made for him on here. He loved to skateboard, so that's the inspiration for this particular one...​

Skateboarding in Heaven?
A friend's gone!
He has left this crazy world.
He's onto whatever's next...
But what is next?
None of us really know for sure...​

Some say there's nothing;
That this life is all there is...
Some say that we're reincarnated;
Coming back to Earth as something or someone else...
I believe in Heaven and Hell...
I believe I'm going to Heaven;
I hope to see my friend there...
Skateboarding, laughing, and entertaining;
Just like he did in his 18 years on Earth...
But I don't know if he's there.
Only God really knows!
And He doesn't seem to be giving us many hints!
I'll just have to wait and see...​

The next poem is about the Virginia Tech tragedy. I wrote it the day after it occured...

A Tragedy occured...
A tragedy occured yesterday...
Monday April 16, 2007...
Another school shooting...
Worse than Columbine...
33 dead including the gunman...
Worst shooting massacre ever...​

Maroon and orange...
The colors of a school forever changed...
Never the same...
Sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, friends gone...
Gone, but not goodbye...
For I believe that their mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers and friends will see them again...
It isn't the end...​

Life went on exactly as it did yesterday, and the day before...
People act as if nothing happened...
Tests are taken;
Homework is passed out;
Lunch is eaten;
Books are read:
Songs are sung;
Notes are taken;
Life goes on...​

I wore maroon and orange today...
In memory of those who died...
Nobody knew the significance of the colors I wore...
No mention of it...
Except for in homeroom...
A moment of silence
For the victims...
A moment to pray, think and reflect...
A moment too little...​

The last one is also about Blake. It was, I believe, written before I became a Christian. Keep that in mind as you read it. It is written in French (don't ask), so I'm providing a translation, in italics.​

Il est mort...
Il est mort...
Je dois me dire ça,
Ainsi que je crois qu'il est vrai.​

Il est mort...
Encore, je ne peux croire ça!
C'est très triste...​

Il est mort...
Il était très comique et ouvert...
Toujours, il faisait me rire...​

Il est mort...
Il était très gentil...
Toujours, Il était la vie de la boum!​

Il est mort...
Je ne lui verrai jamais, de nouveau...
Je ne verrai son visage désoupilant, encore une fois...​

Il est mort...
Je suis furieuse contre lui,
Parce qu'il fait beaucoup de persons dérangement.
Mais, je suis très triste, parce qu'il est parti pour toujours.​

Il est mort...​

He Is Dead...
He is dead...
I have to tell myself this,
So that I believe it's true.​

He is dead...
Still, I can't believe it!
It's very sad...​

He is dead...
He was very funny and outgoing...
Always, he made me laugh...​

He is dead...
He was very nice...
Always, he was the life of the party!​

He is dead...
I will never see him, again...
I will never see his hillarious face, again...​

He is dead...
I'm angry with him,
Because he made a lot of people upset...
But, I'm sad, because he is gone forever.​

He is dead...​

Thank you for reading my poetry.​

I am a writer too and I think this is very inspirational, definitely from the heart

 

[HELENz]

I am a writer too and I think this is very inspirational, definitely from the heart

Thanks!

 

[Gianna Daniels]

Thanks! I need your opinions to write great poetry or short stories about it! Email me

 

[Gianna Daniels]

I am starting my blog w writing and short stories poems and o am going to post the stories as soon it is done! Feedback please Gianna