Noel’s “Song of Myself” poem

I, now 14 years old, time passing me by,

do I wait or do I fly?

i think it’s going to fast, i’m only in the midst

this my life, i must make the most of it.

treasure each moment and i cannot loose,

but all the time i consider hitting snooze,

no! flee the thought, make the time count,

do not be dreary, no long face,

i mustn’t pout,

here i am busy again,

do i stand tall or sit in my den?

no! flee the thought, make the time count.

Awake for Christ,  sound the alarm,

time seems to stop, as i make my way through the storm,

keep going, oh how i feel faint,

i think i will drop, no more dreams as a saint,

no! flee the thought,  make the time count,

get up for the Lord,  now don’t you see,

stop wandering in meaningless fret,

He for you was nailed to a tree,

keep going.

Noel’s Poem

Melody

Calm and peaceful silence,

broken  by sweet melody, there,

beyond the window clear, out in open air.

I sit and wait, for it to come

again, it comes no more,

and then begins.

What is this sweet sound?

I know not where,

here it comes, and it is fair

Darkness leaves, as light comes

forth, I hear the sound,

come from the north,

I look out the glass and there I see,

A beautiful robin made the melody.

Noel’s silly Haiku

If we buy starbucks,

do we get extra credit?

I really want some

Noel’s Haiku

Oh, the time of year

when flowers burst into spring

how I cannot wait

 

Michael’s Poem

I, now sixteen years old sitting here today well and fit,

Waiting for the day to celebrate life’s end.

My days can be long or short but no matter then,

I cannot wait for the day my Lord calls me in.

From the early birds cry to the setting sun,

Eternity has barely begun.

I wait and pray for the glorious day that my Lord set before time,

Cheering for his return along with his sign.

For I know He chose me before the beginning,

Saving me from all of my sinning.

Though the end may seem dark and dreary,

But I long for eternity.

Crystal’s Silly Haiku

Its time to get up

The sun shines through the window

Not a morning person

Crystal’s Haiku

Summer air is grand

Sinking my toes in the sand

Winter please be gone

Crystal’s Poem

Fallen Angel

She gives the impression; I refuse to try

But all she needs is to learn to fly.

Beautiful; the one thing most people saw,

Though looking through a mirror and seeing nothing but flaw.

Inside her cold heart a heavenly being she wishes to achieve,

Callous stares judging her isolated soul

Waiting and wondering who will cast the first stone,

One by one, unloved, uncherished, and unknown.

Inside prison walls feeling safe and sound,

No longer a care for herself or anyone around

Defeat running through her frail mind;

Her memory surrounds her and darkness unwinds.

Invisible she may seem,

Why can’t this be just a dream?

This monster does not lie under the bed,

All the monsters creep inside her head.

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Wishing to escape, she searches for a place;

A place where emptiness can’t enclose,

Perhaps find someone who could mend a broken heart,

Or maybe someone who can help her wings start.

Pain splatters her face as her heart begins to tire,

Just a frozen rose, she no longer desires.

All she longs is true beauty within,

But her unsound soul needs no more sin.

A savior is all she pleads; someone to hear her battle cry,

So she can spread her wings and learn to fly.

Neil’s Poem

Time

I am long, but ever fleeting,

Some call me fast, while, others slow,

I am forever, and everlasting,

Will I come, or will I go?

What am I?

Like the wind, I am swift,

Traveling, in a never ending drift,

Like the stars, I am Unlimited

Unable to be counted

What am I?

I am Time.

Neil’s Silly Haiku

Morning Dilemma

I wake hesitant;

Too cold to get out of bed,

But I have to Pee