I Know Not What...

In order to know what this poem is about you will have to use your imagination. I had to write a poem describing something without really saying what it is.

I KNOW NOT WHAT

I saw it once, after the rain,

It bubbled and simmered,

And murmured my name.

I knew not where is was going,

Nor from where it came.

So I followed it,

 Without fear or shame.

Not knowing if I’d see it again.

Of it essence, I did wonder,

For it danced and it sang,

And it lullabied my name.

Rushing and flowing

 It rounded a bend,

And into a chasm it did descend.

Over the edge, I watched it go,

For it boomed and it rang,

And it bellowed my name.

Plunging and diving

Into the torrent below.

Leaving me to wonder, never to know.

The Value of Love

This is a poem I wrote for an English Assignment. I hope you enjoy it.

The Value of Love

It is soft to the touch,
Yet hard to hold.

Love is worth more

Than silver or gold.

It is a power,

Could it be told?

A way to be humble

A way to be bold.

On it is no rust,

 Grime or mold.                      

There is no price,

For it can’t be sold.

This treasure of Kings

,Ancient and old.

For it we sell our souls,

For its warmth in the cold.

God is REALLY Listening...

Last night I decided to take a walk up to the pond to look at the stars. I was not necessarily looking to spend time alone with God. I just thought that is would be nice to see the stars without all the lights and people around. Little did I know that I was going to have a really awesome experience. So I wrote a poem about it.

Shooting Stars from Heaven

Gazing into the blue abyss,

Where stars twinkled and danced,

I prayed a prayer and made a wish.

I hoped beyond hope

And said aloud,

“God if your there,

Will you send me a shooting star?”

I know He heard me,

Cause He sent me that star,

For it streaked across my vision

And in that moment He seemed so near.

All my hopes, dreams, and fears

I poured out to my unseen maker,

I knew He loved and cared about me.

Yet, I believed beyond just believing

And I prayed,

“I have seen You perform wonders for others,

But can you give me a miracle of my own?

Will You send me a shooting star?”

And then without hesitation or thought,

He sent me my shooting star.

For by chance I spied it,

As it shot across the sky.

And my heart leaped for joy inside

And I knew He was really listening to my prayers.

So if you are looking for a miracle

You have only to ask and believe

And He will meet you there.

A Poem

Here is a poem that I wrote for an English assignment. Sorry if my grammar is horrible, but I hope you enjoy it. My brothers tell me that it sounds like the beginning to a strange book. It is telling a story it does not rhyme. You :an leave a comment if you like it, absolutely hate it, or it you have any tips or ideas for it. :)

An Ancient Sword

By Hannah Briggs

I saw it glistening in the moonlight,

Not even the clouds cast a shadow upon this ancient blade.

 The stars danced across its blade

 As I lifted it from its dewy grave

Not knowing what story this sword beheld…

Its hilt was of mahogany wrapped in leather

The cross guard inlaid with precious stones,

Along its blade, of Damascus steel, ancient runes had been inscribed

In an old form of Gaelic unknown to man.

As I gazed upon this ancient weapon

I saw visions of battles fought long ago

Full of darkness, loneliness and death.

 In the midst of blood and confusion,

 I heard the shrieks of horse as their riders fell to the earth.

Brave men, young and old died beneath the steel of this ancient sword

Visions of burning villages and ruins of castles swept by.

Sorrowing mothers, lovers, and sisters shed tears

For those now lost forever to the wrath of that relic of death.

After years of miseries, happiness, victories and defeat

This sword of terror fell to the earth in a single bloody battle

Never to be raised against another again.

It lay in where it fell.

Travellers took no notice of it and ordinary men dared not touch it.

Years passed by and finally it caught the interest of a young hero…

I turned my head upwards away from the sword to gaze at the sky

All clouds had vanished leaving a clear vista of the moon in the vast sea of stars

Then and there I decided to give that ancient sword a new history.

A history of heroism and good deeds.