Poetry From the Heart

Sweet Dreams, little child.

That night he cried himself to sleep.

She skipped her classes, just to weep.

Their love would not be broken,

For through their hearts,

Words of Heaven were softly spoken.

Sweet Dreams, little child.

--This one I wrote as a chapter seperator in a story. . .about two people who had just broken up but were really meant to be together.

Haven't finished it yet, but it'll come around soon!

music on the streets.

Too Bad: about him.

I Long. . .Summer Poem I had forgotten about.

Tennesse Living

What's it like to live in Tennessee?

Imagine looking out, in any direction, and seeing mountains,

for miles.

Imagine stepping on losing lottery cards everywhere,

that you go.

Imagine the hot spot being the public pool,

where all the teens hang out.

Imagine public schools,

violence spreading like mosquito bites.

Imagine wildflowers everywhere.

Unmowed lawns,

Hugs warmer than the stove itself,

country slang,

the best cooking imaginable.

Imagine cold, harsh comebacks,

non-preppy cheerleaders.

Imagine, hearts with more love than any Northener has in his whole body.

The Feeling of Loneliness

This poem is kind of dark, but I was feeling lonely so I wrote it anyway. . .But seriously I'm not emo or anything.

She walks alone on the cold,

Seemingly lonely road.

Noone pays attention,

She treads so quietly.

Noone accompanies her,

Except for the bats and the lightning bugs.

Everyone seems to hate her more,

tonight.

Now she isn't alone.

People whisper,

Harsh, sharp, cold words.

She hears everyone talking.

The tent seems as dark as usual,

With noone beside her.

And this girl is alone,

As nighttime falls.

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my mother's day gift?

I wrote this for my mother since I haven't gotten her a present yet. . .who cares if it isn't perfect, Moms like every gift from their kids right?

You tell me that when I was smaller,

I was your girl.

I told you that I loved you

and that I was your shadow.

You say I don't love you anymore,

Or at least not like I used to

But the truth is,

I love you the same as I did then, except I show it differently.

Instead of hanging onto your leg while you walk,

I walk beside you, and tell you of my day.

Instead of saying you're the best Mommy in the world,

I simply give you a hug, and squeeze  you a little harder than usual.

Sure, we bicker,

Drive Dad crazy in the process,

But in the end I am grateful,

To have a mother who is faithful to her family and hard working.

I scoff at the idea of myself cleaning,

But sometimes, just to loosen your load,

I pick something up here and there,

sometimes sweep, and leave it unnoticed.

Most girls my age believe they love their boyfriends,

More than their own mothers.

But I know they don't,

For a love for a mother can not be matched.

For will your teenage boyfriend,

make soup for you whenever you ask?

Will he hug you and tell you he loves you,

and mean it?

So, to sum it all up,

you are my mother,

I am proud to say it.

And if four simple words will make all the difference,

I am willing to say them,

Mommy, I love you.

--See?  Not my best, but I know that my mother will like it.

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Interlocking Solutions

The unattached puzzle pieces flow through my fingers

As I look at two lines of a border

Who both refuse to connect

And I think,

Maybe this is a model of life,

The two borders two problems

The solution a piece,

In front of the human race's eyes

The solution to global warming,

the solution to withdrawing our beloved troops.

But, being humans,

We are too stubborn and self-centered,

to even try to look.

After this thought passes,

I look down,

and look even harder for that missing piece,

That interlocks this puzzle

**This is a poem that I wrote after doing a puzzle (duh) so. . .leave your comments or e-mail me at Sawaug12@aol.com !!!!

Lay my Body Down

A small child, a girl, the age of four, once told her parents,

"Before I die, I’m gonna sing

I’m gonna dance,

and I’m gonna live like no tomorrow."

They thought this a deep thought for their little girl

But shrugged and said,

"Ok."

And thought no more about it

Ten years later, at the age of 14,

the parents heard the girl singing in the shower.

This was unusual.

For their little girl could not sing

Two years after that, aged 16 years,

they saw the girl

dancing in her room.

She could not dance.

At the age of 18,

the girl went skydiving,

and on the same day

she went mountain climbing

At the age of 38, she was infected with breast cancer

It spread to her heart,

and her lungs.

Her parents sat by her bed and cried.

As her pulse got weaker by the minute,

her parent’s cried more and more.

But she lay in her bed, motionless

smiling.

She started singing, weakly,

"I lived like there’s no more tomorrow.

I danced like noone was around.

I sang like noone’s listening.

And now I lay my body down. . ."

And then the not-so-little girl

died.

The doctors and parents swear they saw her soul go up to heaven.

--This was written by ChristianMuzicLuver. . .

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