Peoms

Swiftheart · Mar 09, 04, 10:04 PM

Any Poems by Any One

Swiftheart · Mar 09, 04, 10:10 PM

Here's a poem I wrote when I was suposed to be writing my English paper.

Torn and Broken

How can I bare it
How can I see
How can I face
All that’s behind
Weighs down on me

When will it end
When will it stop
The torment
The chains
When will I be free

Is there any hope
For a soul such as I
Any redemption
For the ones who’ve dried
Those that still live

I feel such pain
Such a loss
Yet nothing’s enough
To quench my thirst
My lust

So I search and search
What will I find
More pain
More suffering
More grief

What would I give
What would I do
For just a glimpse
Just a sign
That there’s hope

Has It all ready come
I’m I too late
What if I’ve missed it
What if I’m blind
Are there second chances

Is there a way to relieve this burden
This weight upon my heart
The guilt of wrong doings
Of past sins
The pain of remorse

How can there be hope
For one such as I
I don’t deserve it
I can’t accept it
Can I

Is it true
That someone cared
Is it true
Someone died
How can it be

The Christ child
They call Him
Perfect
Pure
Could He be the key

Could He unlock my heart
My soul
Lift these heavy chains
Would He forgive
Someone like me

Is it possible
Could it be true
Can I be free
From this torment
These chains

Will I risk it
Will I try
Would I be that willing to die
To care
To love

***Blondi*** · Mar 09, 04, 10:19 PM

Very nice reading Swiftheart, you made me feel things that I have been neglecting lately, like my religiion

Swiftheart · Mar 09, 04, 11:17 PM

For the record it should never be about religion, but rather about the relationship.

**ducktapedancer** · Mar 09, 04, 11:23 PM

and faith

***Blondi*** · Mar 10, 04, 12:19 AM

Well I took it in the context of faith/religion

**ducktapedancer** · Mar 10, 04, 01:10 AM

religion is a set of rules you follow, faith is what you feel. that's not a very good description, i don't think, but sarah will set it straight once she gets back...

Swiftheart · Mar 11, 04, 03:26 PM

Religion is a lot like brushing your teeth. It becomes a habit. Everyday you brush your teeth, every Sunday you go to church. However, having a relationship means that you and your God meet on a more personal level. Faith is what you believe in. You have faith that the sun will rise (and in my case that chocolate will always taste good). With a relationship faith is the part that gives you strength and understanding even when things are tough and hard to understand.

**ducktapedancer** · Mar 11, 04, 03:42 PM

there, see? she's a lot deeper than i am...

***Blondi*** · Mar 11, 04, 03:49 PM

ya, good rationalization there Sarah...

Swiftheart · Mar 11, 04, 04:01 PM

Thanks I've had alot of practice at the bookstore. Anyway here's another one. It's a bit older though...

Broken Heart

Hope shattered
Lay dying in the hall
Trust scattered
Lying dead against the wall

Dried eyes
No tears do they bare
Broken heart
This can’t be fair

Why me
How can they
Owning hate
To my dismay

Gathering pieces
I can not do
Nothing’s left
What can I do

Overwhelming hurt
Leaves me crushed
Screaming inside
Can it be shushed

Lost heart
Is there someone I can trust
God’s Son
Declares Him a must

Bringing life
He does in the dark
His forgiveness
Is not just a lark

Maybe hope
He will bring
Saving me
In this spring

Rejoice brought-forth
Through God’s love
Feeling depressed
He looked down from above

Seeking out
His saving grace
Looking upwards
I see His face

My life
That had been broken apart
Brand new
He healed my heart

Gathered pieces
He did do
Know that
He would do it for you

His love
Can leap across all bounds
New life
I have found

Hope recaptured
A gift from Him
Trust restored
All thanks to Him

silver_shadow · Jun 24, 04, 01:16 PM

I have a poem! It goes like this:
Unbounded Truth is not a thing,
Cramped to Time and bound in place
Truth strangely changes space
By right of its reality.

By right of it’s reality,
Truth must ever change it’s shape
It moves the hills surrounding me
For Truth is changing, truth is free.

Truth is free, for truth constrained
Is truth with value vanished
Truth is free or not at all,
For truth untold is worthless

Its kinda plagiarism, I guess, cos I got the first few lines out of a book (The cart and the Cwidder, by Diana Wynne Jones - has anyone read it? I loved it! Sorry - of the subject.) I just didnt like the rest of it, so I changed it. Do you like it? I guess it's kinda random, but... :?