Poems and Acrostics

Wrote this for school just now, having apparently caught the poetry bug which has been going around. :P

The musings of an inexperienced bard,
Who never yet has once a sonnet penned:
He starts to find it surpassingly hard
The English language to his will to bend.
For once a dazzling line is on his tongue,
Discovers he that he can’t find a rhyme.
Then soon behind him his great work is flung,
And blankly stares he at his desk some time.
In due course our poor poet can’t decide
Whether to press on or to give up hope.
But as his eyes across blank paper glide,
A grand new vision passes into scope.
Soon furiously he pens with great delight
A poem about not knowing what to write!

Haha! I think all writers/poets can empathize with you there. Great poem! ;)

I found this poem that I wrote a couple years ago…

THE ROBBER

The robber crept up to the house
As still and quiet as a mouse
He reached into his full pocket
And slyly then did piclock it.

He slowly opened up the door
But of success he was so sure
He forgot to be still and soft
As he climbed into the kid’s loft

The ladder squeaked, and then he screamed
For then he knew he would get creamed
For looking up at him – Oh, help!
A big strong man let out a yelp

Of joy of capturing the man
Who even had stolen a van
Was feared by all the countryside
But now he had no place to hide.

A fierce and violent struggle came
'Twas a true fight, not a mere game.
Eventually the good guy won.
The squall was past, the fight was done.

The robber was dragged off to jail
The good guy got – oh, SO much mail!
Letters full of thanks, love and praise
If you like him, your hand please raise.

:P

And I had to write a poem for school today, so this is it:

JOY

Joy is happiness and light,
Not dark or fog or storms or night.
Joy helps others and enjoys their delight.
Joy is not there with a frown or a fight.
Joy can fill a dark, rainy day with a smile,
Joy helps you go just one more extra mile.
Thinking of others and helping them too,
Joy will fill them and will also fill you.
Joy isn’t pleasing yourself so you’re glad,
Joy is cheering someone else who is sad.
This is what true joy is; try it and see,
You will be happiest not pleasing “me”.

In my schoolbook, it said,

"Write a fun rhyming poem."

And this is what I came up with:

THE FLYING GIRAFFE

I saw a giraffe
That had wings like a bird.
And so did its mate
Which is really absurd.

The giraffe looked around
As if scared or confused.
“He is not used to wings,”
I thoughtfully mused.

Then suddenly, POOF!
He was trying to fly!
Up, up, and away!
He was up in the sky!

And so was his mate!
With a poof, they were gone!
I thought, “But those small wings
Can't hold them for long.”

I seemed to be right
For they came falling down
Then flapping their wings,
They flew over the town!

I thought, “How is this?
The giraffe did not fall!”
I suddenly realized
I'd imagined it all!

Here's a poem I wrote yesterday:

IT DOESN'T HAVE A NAME

God’s mercy is amazing, and big as can be,
I deserve none, yet he gives it to me.
Trusting in Jesus to carry me through,
The very best thing that can happen to you.

Refrain:
Loving my Savior for he loved me first,
My life and my soul now are no longer cursed.

I was lost in sin’s night, with no way to get home.
No wish to turn back, for I loved to roam.
Jesus would save, but I would not depart,
I shut out the pleadings of God in my heart.

Refrain

God was persistent; would not stop till he saved me.
He showed me to how to believe and be free.
Because of him, sin I have overcome!
He sought me, and found me, and then brought me home.

Refrain

And now nothing can tear me away from my God.
No one can stop me from giving him laud.
I’ll praise him forever, to him I sing,
Jesus is my Savior, my wonderful King!

Refrain

And today I had to write a poem about seeing imaginary things in the clouds.

PICTURES IN THE CLOUDS

I looked up in the blue, cloudy, warm summer sky.
Watching the puffy, white clouds float by.
They soared on invisible wings of air
I wonder how they got all the way up there?
The round one is a bouncy ball, I say.
Falling to earth and then bouncing away.
That puffy one there is a frog in the air.
That big, long, tall one is a long, brown shotgun.
I imagined it firing — bang, boom, and pop!
Set off by a hunter or maybe a cop.
Painting white pictures with imagination,
I love to watch God’s beautiful creation!

And I wrote another poem just for fun:

THE WORD LONG

Why is long
Such a short little word?
To me the idea
Is really absurd.

It should stretch out
And fill a whole page
Not just be four letters
As if trapped in a cage.

It’s one of the shortest words
Easy to say
One little syllable
As short as play.

Now play is a word
That is as it should be,
For playtime is short,
(Not as long as would suit me.)

But long is four letters
So tiny and small,
It doesn’t make sense to me
Really at all.

The point is that long is too short,
And ought to be quite a lot longer,
But because we use it so much,
A different word wouldn’t be stronger.

And another:

THE SHOT HEARD 'ROUND THE WORLD

“Forward! Halt! About Face!”
Yelled the courageous general.
The patriots stood daring,
The British, stout and tall.

Facing each other, the enemies stood
Silently looking, standing, staring.
Holding their guns, ready to fight,
Stood the soldiers, bravely glaring.

Not one drew his gun to fire,
No one wanted to begin the fight.
Just that awful waiting, standing,
In the early morning light.

Standing, staring, waiting,
The world around them whirled.
CRACK! A gunshot split the air
The shot heard 'round the world.

Confusion, running, more shots fired,
Over the bridge and into the wood,
Men were falling, dying, wounded,
The others ran as fast as they could.

This began the Revolutionary War.
A long and bloody war occurred.
After many hard, long battles,
The British men surrendered.

You could not know who fired that shot
The best historian though you may be,
But what we know is the patriots won
And thanks to them, our country’s free!

Hope you enjoyed them (if you actually read them… which probably no one will….)

LOLOLOL!

I just found these parodies I wrote a long time ago on Frosty the Snowman and two other songs from a kid's TV show called Thomas the Tank Engine.

FROSTY THE SNOWMAN

Frosty the Snowman
Is a sad and grumpy soul.
With a drooping head
Not a few tears shed
Every Christmas he gets coal.

Frosty the Snowman
Is an old annoying grump
He is sparkling white,
But not so bright
When the he gets the big black lump.

He wishes he was never born,
He say’s he’d be more glad
If he did not even exist
He said he wouldn’t be sad

Oh Frosty the Snowman
Is as sour as a lime.
Everybody knows
(You see, he shows)
He is grumpy all the time.
Grumpity grump grump
Grumpity grump grump
Look at Frosty bawl
Grumpity grump grump
Grumpity grump grump
A headache he gives us all!

Frosty the Snowman knows
That the sun is hot today.
So he says
“I hope that it won’t be long
Before I melt away.”
And he’s melting right now,
And of course no one will cry
Because if they will, they know I’ll ask,
“Did you like Frosty? Why?”

For Frosty the Snowman
Was a sad and grumpy soul.
With a drooping head
Not a few tears shed
Every Christmas he got coal.

HE'S THE REALLY USELESS ENGINE

He's a really useless engine, you know
All the other engines they'll tell you so
He huffs and puffs and grumbles,
Mosying to and fro
He's the really useless engine we abhor.

Chorus:
He's the one, he's the one
He's the really useless engine that we abhor.
He's the one, he's the number one –
Thomas the Tank Engine.

He's a really useless engine, you know
'Cause the Fat Controller he told him so
Now he's got a junkyard
To call his very own
He's the really useless engine we abhor.

Chorus

Little blue train, he's never there
Whenever you need a hand.
If you need someone to annoy you
Who comes into mind?

Chorus

He's a really useless engine, you know
Really little, and he's always slow
Just stand back in horror
Watch him mosy so,
He's the really useless engine we abhor.

Chorus

THE ISLAND SONG

Picture a land where the sky is so dark
A storybook land of terror
An old haunted island just waiting for you
Island of Sodor will make nightmares come true

Imagine a place where the clouds block the sun
The valleys as brown as can be
The foes that you hate are all waiting for you
Island of Sodor will make nightmares come true

Children follow the screams
To a land of terror and fright
The Island of Sodor
Terrible land with screams from you

Follow the road that leads to the screams
Over the hills and mountains
Look for the skies with crime in their eyes
Island of Sodor will make nightmares come true

Children follow the screams
To a land of terror and fright
The Island of Sodor
Terrible land with screams from you

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Of course, it's not nearly as funny if you haven't heard the original songs though. But I thought they were funny… (BTW, some of the ideas for the parodies were from Nathan and Caleb…)

Can you tell what this poem is about? I had to write a haiku for school, and this is what I came up with:

Stout arms stretching out
Until a dark summer storm
Tears the arms away.

(I love making surprise endings… hahahaha!) And no, it's not about a person…

A tree?

Yeah… I'm glad you could tell. :D COME JOIN ME ON SC!!!! hugs

I did this based on another poem (Daffodils… can't remember the author but it's a famous poem).

A FIELD OF FLOWERS

I strolled along a stony path
That led I knew not where.
My head was down, and I was sad,
Weighed down by woe and care.

I lifted up my head, and then
A flash of color met my eye!
A field of flow’rs of every hue,
What brilliance against the sky!

My sorrow gone, I gladly ran
Wind blowing through my hair.
The scent and sight were beautiful!
How happy I was there!

I wished that I could always stay
And not go back to grief.
But the thought that I'd return
Brought to me much relief.

I turned around, and went back home
With an uplifted heart.
My pain was lessened; now I could
Cheerfully do my part.

Jesus is like that field,
He brings joy to the sad!
He is my only hope, and I
Am now so very glad!

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This poem is an acrostic of my name.

HANNAH WRIGHT

Here, broken down with sin and care,
A sinner prays a humble prayer.
Needy and sad, I plead with you
Not to give me what is due.
All deserve your righteous wrath;
Help and save me from sin’s path!

Who but you can save my soul?
Renew my heart, and make me whole!
I ask, and you listen and save.
God redeems me from the grave!
Hallelujah! You’ve rescued me!
Thanks be to you who set me free!

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This poem I had to write for school. I was actually supposed to write mainly about the emotions of the shepherd and lamb… I made up the story. I wasn't really able to focus on the emotions that much, but I tried in the last six lines.

THE LAMB THAT WENT ASTRAY

A lamb wanted to be alone and be completely free.
So he ran and he jumped out of the flock’s sight with glee.
He wandered around into the woods near a brook.
How clear and cool and wonderful did that stream look!
He bent down and drank to cool his throat and quench his thirst.
The shepherd and the flock and his safety he now cursed.
He loved his life already, and he would not go back now.
“I’ll never turn back; I’m so free!” the lamb did vow.
He ran and jumped and frolicked, leaping over stumps and rocks.
With ne’er a thought of danger of a wolf or bear or fox.
He closed his eyes and leaped, not seeing the thorn bushes near.
He got stuck in a thorn bush! He was filled with dread and fear.

The shepherd soon realized that the lamb was not in sight.
He could not find him in the flock, search forever though he might.
He knew the lamb had run away and couldn’t survive alone.
He would not live for long e’en if he had been fully grown.
The shepherd left his flock and went to find the runaway.
He would search and find him and he’d teach him to obey.
He finally found the lamb, still stuck and struggling to get out.
The lamb regretting straying, the shepherd had no doubt.
To get the lamb out, he had to reach amongst the spines,
His hands were full of needles that were sharp as porcupines.
He carried the lamb to safety and he found his flock again.
They’d taken shelter in a cave and used it as a den.
The shepherd held the little lamb and stroked it gently.
It leaned its sleepy head on him while he watched it intently.
His heart bursting with gratitude, he laid it on the ground.
Cared tenderly for all its wounds, his love it did surround.
The lamb’s head on his lap, they both fell sound asleep.
His love around the little lamb and on the other sheep.

Matthew 18:12-13
If a man has a hundred sheep and one of them has gone astray, does he not leave the ninety-nine on the mountains and go in search of the one that went astray? And if he finds it, truly, I say to you, he rejoices over it more than over the ninety-nine that never went astray.

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This poem I wrote for fun….

THE TRINITY

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Only thing that I can boast.
Three, yet one, our God and Guide,
The one thing in which I pride.

We can’t fully comprehend
Till we reach that glorious land,
God the Father, God the Son,
God the Spirit, Three in One!

Father, Brother, Master, Friend,
Without start and without end.
Kind and good and true to me:
This is called the Trinity!

A bunch of limericks I wrote…

There once was a guy from Great Britain,
Who owned a cute little pet kitten,
But her paws would get cold
And so he went and told
Her to find and put on a mitten.

There once was a person named Bert,
Who loved to go play in the dirt.
Then his mommy got mad,
And said that he was bad,
When she saw it all over his shirt.

There once was this person named Chuck,
Who had a cute fluffy pet duck.
Then the duck ran away,
‘Cause he wanted to play,
And the guy said, “I must have bad luck.”

A gal from America said,
“I have all of these limericks read.
Each is such a dumb rhyme
Horrible at this I’m!
I think I shall write prose instead.”

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I think this poem is funny…. sorry if you don't.

I need some help!
Listen and hear!
I beg of you,
Please lend an ear!
Hear my plea!
Don’t turn away!
Oh, please pay heed
To what I say!
Do this favor,
And then I’ll be
Quite satisfied!
Listen to me!
It’s just a small
Favor I ask,
So hear my plea
And do this task!
Oh please do not
My longing bilk!
The favor is,
Please pass the milk.

A funny poem i wrote for school… :p lol I'm not really good at writing poems, so just please be patient. xP

Why to Not walk in the woods without a can of Mace.

As I walked through the woods yesterday
On my way to the hair cutters place;
I reached into my pocket and found,
That I forgot my can of Mace!

I searched again and sighed with dismay,
As i wanted that small can of Mace;
Turning "I must go back and get it!"
Then I stared into the black bears face.

I jumped in surprised and did scream
As i stared into that big bears face
Quickly my hand went into my big pocket
As a reached for my small can of Mace

But Alas! It was not in my pocket
It was in my cupboard at home
I wondered what to do when that bear
Just gave up and went back to his home

I watched it go off into the woods
Then collapsed with tears on my face
I stayed there for quite a long time
Then went home and grabbed my can of Mace!

Now I'm warning you, all of you people
Never to on a walk without some Mace
It's not useful at all in your cupboard
When you're staring a bear in it's face!

Haha!

I wrote this about a decade ago.

My horses' name is Tate,
she is very great.
She goes neigh,
and loves to eat hay.
Good horses, you read,
always do heroic deed.
But my horse is a Tate,
and she is just great.

xD

Josephat

There once was this kid whose name was Joe.
He was small and was short and wanted to grow!
So he ate and he ate and he ate some more
He bought everything at the grocery store!
Oh he grew, all right, but not as he thought.
He ate more candies than he ought.
So he gained more weight, but he didn’t gain height.
He grew fatter until he was a sorry sight!
His friends teased him and said “Josephat!”
He tried to fight them, but he just went splat!
So I hope this poem taught to you
A lesson that is very true:
Don’t try to “fix” the way you’re made,
Or else you might end up dismayed!
However you’re made, be glad with that
Or you’ll end up like Josephat!

(I got this idea when I was thinking about the name "Jehosephat")