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A Tale of Understanding

I know all the things you fear
And what can cause that single tear.
I understand just the way you feel
But I also know that just time won't heal.

I can see that there's so much you want
And the way you are is just a front
Because you know that all throughout
They won't love you when you doubt.

I advice you to take that leap
Though the pathway seems so steep
You know I'm always here on whom to call
If you feel you're about to fall.

(It's my poem, do you like it?)

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"Some people see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not?" - Robert F. Kennedy

I like it very much -- everyone needs a friend like that.

Logan you should put your poem here -- this topic is a good idea.

We are fortunate to have original poetry. I can't contribute :( no talent --- but I do love to read poetry. I might share a couple of favorites however.
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I have about 30 poems of my own. However, they're not all very good, and some of them are very personal.
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"Some people see things as they are and say why. I dream things that never were and say why not?" - Robert F. Kennedy

I have "tried" writing poetry a couple of times, basically only when inspiration hits, otherwise I "force" it too much. I liked your poem Kara, perhaps the rhythm could be improved a little (too many words in some places) but the meaning and overall, it was very encouraging. Though I think you meant "advise" instead of "advice."

Here's my recent one, since AL requested it, it's more for the meaning of the story rather than the verse itself.

The old King mused upon his life,
His rule upon the throne,
He sadly remembered all the strife,
The sins that he had done.

The many houses that he'd burned,
The leader whose death arranged,
The many pleadings that he'd spurned,
The men whose lives estranged.

He sadly shook his old grey head
At pains caused o'er the years.
The cries still heard within his head,
The eyes that brimmed with tears.

A sob burst forth and wracked his frame
Withered by his age,
The bed began to squeak his name
As in accusing rage.

Then in the window slipped a man,
Clothed in naught but rags,
He partly stumbled and partly ran
Amidst great wealth in bags.

"Oh King!" He stammered, and fell to the floor
"I was so afraid to come!
I could not stay me any more,
Or remain asleep at home.

"My Saviour has commanded to:
'Go and preach my name.'
This always will I strive to do
Lest I should bring Him shame.

"My family was roughly torn from me
And I put in a cell,
My wife died in my arms yet she
Still then! Did wish you well.

Oh king, you've done no little thing,
Your heart, no man can heal.
I cannot, myself, forgiveness bring,
Only show you One who will."

Then unto him he folded out
The story of his Lord,
His life and how He went about
As written in His word.

The One, whom though He had no sin,
Died as though He had,
That those who should believe in Him
In eternal life are clad.

Yet in the grave He did not remain,
Kept silent by nails and cord,
For three days after He'd been slain,
He was the risen Lord!

He taught His followers many things
Before He had to leave,
Then left, to prepare, where saints will sing,
A home for they who believe.

The old king's eyes began to brim
But now t'was tears of joy!
The hope of a new chance for him,
Oh dared his soul employ?

"Indeed you may, repent! Believe!
Accept as Lord and Saviour
Him whose life will yours conceive,
In Christ, the great Redeemer."

The king soon died, his lips yet smiling
For he, this Bible-hater,
Had bowed his head to his new King,
A king, whose power was greater.

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As we learned in Narnia....

It was a great poem Kara. I was going to say the same thing about advise :) But logan beat me to it. But I like dht poem. It wss very encouraging

I really liked you poem too Logan. It flowed very well, and it's a great story :)

Here's a poem my sister wrote :) I don't write poetry. I don't think I really have the knack :

Depression
By Stephanie Sexton

I'm having a bad day
But of course no one cares
Nothing’s going my way
For me, bad days aren’t that rare

No one ever notices me
Am I invisible?
This isn’t what life should be
I should be beautiful.

I am on my own
I want to walk away
I just feel so alone
No reason for me to stay

I sit on the sidewalk
Hugging my knees to my chest
People pass but no one stops to talk
They don’t care about the rest.

Just as I hope that I will die
I realize that someone already has
Cause when I hang my head to dry
I hear that he has forgiven my past

I walk across to the church
And sit down in a pew
I feel heavy and hurt
But then what could I do?

I realize the church is empty
Just as empty as my soul
As I opened my eyes to see
There lay the cross on which he paid the toll

All I wanted was someone to be kind
I wanted was love for who I really was
But then I realize
No one loves me as he does

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Every Day Is A Gift From God

I dont' know why those questions marks and things are there : They appeared after I posted it :(
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Every Day Is A Gift From God

Probably formatting from MS Word or something, characters it doesn't recognize here on the board. The poem was interesting, it started out yes, depressing and self-centered but then moved to a much better focus, I liked how it flowed into that. I assume you had her permission to post it ;)
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As we learned in Narnia....

Oh no., She doesn't mind. She gave it to me to show to all my friends :) She's proud of it :) She doesn't usually write much, but I must say she ahs a flare for the dramatic. It's a cool poem though. :) I liked it . She's been struggling with depression lately, and that's why she wrote that. :)
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Every Day Is A Gift From God

I'm going to transcribe an article (I don't have time this morning) that I read just the other day called "Out of the Castle of Despair." Perhaps she'd be interested in hearing it. I could either type it all out or record myself reading it, tell me which you prefer.
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As we learned in Narnia....

I think typing it out would be best :) She loves to read :) Almost as much as I do :D
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Every Day Is A Gift From God