It can be that was writen by you, or someone else (friend, famous ect), feel free to post the poem/song, and make sure you say who it's by.
Oh Dearest Creator I pray that You hear me, oh dearest Creator. My will has been weak, and my laziness greater. Now humbly I pray You'll forgive me my sins. I know in the end that the good always wins. "Thy will be done," is my prayer to my Maker Help me give more and be less of a taker. And to stay in the present, yet learn from the past. I pray wars soon end and that peacetime will last. I thank You for nature, and thank You for love. For grass underfoot, and the sun up above. Thank You for life, and for letting me choose. For trials and for tests, and the freedom to lose. I pray for Your Spirit to guide and direct me. To open my heart so true love can detect me. To make better choices, and do what it takes. For my wisdom to grow as I learn from mistakes. Please help me be gracious, and treasure each day. Remember my childhood, and to laugh and to play. Please gently correct me whenever I stray. For if I've done wrong, then I know I must pay. Thank You for truths, and exposing the lies. Thank You for helping to open my eyes. I'm sorry to all whom I've ever mistreated. And pray my poor judgements are never repeated. BlackGuardXIII July 2nd, 1998
That's an awesome poem, did you really write it? You should really share more of your work...very inspirational!
Doves and DragonsBlackGuardXIII08-09-91.Wings of smoke rise, curling skyward. As golden daggers stab the night. They pierce the new moon's underbelly. None can stop the dragon's flight..Woodsprites dance as lids grow heavy. We doze and dream of dragon's breath. They join their hands to form a ring. And all await the noble king..First crimson waves prepare his way. Rolling out above our heads. His brilliant presence strikes us all. His life renewed, we leave our beds..The dragon gone, we feel secure. Though with the dove she rules the sky. Her head is blessed with wisdom pure. Some fear her, without knowing why..The dove is one that few would fear. His wings extend to warm the weak. In times of pain his peace is near. His charges are the poor and meek..We do not fear the one we know. Yet still require the dark unknown. With either gone, we end the show, As neither can exist alone.
A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost Dust always blowing about the town, Except when sea-fog laid it down, And I was one of the children told Some of the blowing dust was gold. All the dust the wind blew high Appeared like god in the sunset sky, But I was one of the children told Some of the dust was really gold. Such was life in the Golden Gate: Gold dusted all we drank and ate, And I was one of the children told, 'We all must eat our peck of gold.'
i love this poem by constantine cavafy.. it of course wont make sense unless you're familiar with homer's odyssey.. ITHACA When you set out for Ithaka Ask that your way be long, Full of adventure, full of instruction. The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops, Angry Poseidon -- do not fear them; Such as these you will never find As long as your thought is lofty, As long as a rare emotion Touch your spirit and your body. The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops, Angry Poseidon -- you will not meet them Unless you carry them in your soul, Unless your soul raise them up before you. Ask that your way be long, At many a summer dawn to enter -- With what gratitude, what joy! Ports seen for the first time; To stop at Phoenician trading centers, And to buy good merchandise. Mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony, And sensuous perfumes of every kind. Buy as many sensuous perfumes as you can, Visit many Egyptian cities To learn and learn from those who have knowledge. Always keep Ithaka fixed in your mind; Your arrival there is what you are destined for. But do not in the least hurry the journey. Better that it last for years So that when you reach the island you are old, Rich with all that you have gained on the way, Not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth. Ithaka has given you the splendid voyage. Without her you would never have set out, But she has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaka has not deceived you. So wise have you become, of such experience, That already you will have understood What these Ithakas mean.
Semper Fi: 1.6180339 . At the break of dawn The Ides of February Nineteen Sixty Four . Otter boy emerged Accepting the chains of life Only to forget. . Never looking back A waterbearing Dragon Rowan and cedar . Then four decades hence Faithful without reason Lover of logic . Magic believer A warrior guardian Dreams precognitive . Engaging Spirit More knowledge and less answers Who will explain why? . Now, I dare to guess I’ll be a guard, no small task. I pledge all I am. . Ever true to love. Give my blood, my every nerve No hesitation. . Manifestation Assign me to my station Use Your creation. . Patiently waiting Breathless, anticipating Love without hating . Soon it shall be time Then the bells of fate will chime Called up in my prime. . For this I give thanks, Pray I’m called to join the ranks, Hope my life will help. . . BlackGuardXIII August 18, 2004
do not stand by my grave and weep i am not there. i do not sleep. i am a thousand winds that blow i am a diamond glint of snow i am the sunlight on ripened grain i am the gentle autumn rain when you awake in the morning's hush i am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight i am the soft starshine at night do not stand by my grave and cry i am not there. i did not die.
i am a thousand winds that blow i am a diamond glint of snow i am the sunlight on ripened grain i am the gentle autumn rain Browneyedgirl I dont see a name on this poem, I really like it, did you write it? I have seen snow glinting like diamonds under a full moon, and it reminded me when I read that line.
i love this poem. i think sugarmaggie shared it with me a few months ago in my thread about a friend who recently passed
I love this poem- it's been my favourite since I learnt to read. It's so well known I think a lot of people forget to really read it. we had to recite a poem when I was 11, when I said the title of this my teacher says "oh not that one again." she was obviously missing something Sea-Fever I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking, And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a gray dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. John Masefield
no, i didnt write it. a woman named Mary Elizabeth Frye wrote the original, which is slightly different than this...this is a revised version by an apparently unknown author. its so beautiful.
My favourite poem is in Dutch so I'm afraid I can't share it with you. Well, I could, but it wouldn't make much sense .
