Poetry

This morning one of my students gave me three pieces of paper, each with an original poem. I asked her if she minded if I blogged them, and she said it would be okay.

My Best Friend

Today I found a friend,
Who knew everything I felt.
She knew my every weakness,
And the problems I've been dealt.

She understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams.
She listened to how I felt about life and love,
And knew what it all means.

Not once did she interrupt me,
Or tell me I was wrong.
She understood what I was going through,
And promised she'd stay long

I reached out to this friend
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there

I went to hold her hand
To pull her a bit nearer
And realized that this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but my mirror.
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Darkness

In the darkness of the night
I lie awake and think of you.

I know you're out there and you do the same
Lay down your head and think of me.

We just haven't found each other,
Found the similar feeling in each other's eyes.

The knowledge that you're out there keeps me going
Someday, somewhere I will find you.

Someday, somewhere maybe you'll find me.
Together then we will move forward.

Forward to wherever life takes us
Until then we both lie with heads upon pillows.
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Different

You shouldn't care what they think
who are they to judge

They are only there to make you
feel bad, they offer you no love

Be daring; be bold,
Give them reason to stare,
your only weakness is if you care.

Be unique have class,
Be young while you can.

Live life to the fullest,
Take life by the hand.

If you fall, get back up
It's too easy to fail.

Life is a challenge,
and now I set sail.

There. Now you've had your cultural experience for the day.

Reading them, I smiled to myself and remembered some of the poetry I wrote in high school. I was "into" iambic pentameter even back then, and wrote scads and scads of blank verse. It's too bad I can't seem to figure out how to turn my love for rhythmic and poetic speech into original songs... songwriting has always eluded me. I was at practice last night and Jeff & I worked through a couple of his original compositions, and it just makes me so amazed and grateful that God has given that gift to him. Part of me is a wee bit envious that I don't seem to have that, but I can't complain because I'm at least getting to be part of the creative process in a teeny way, helping his songs take shape and grow to life.