the following poems are written by my friend shani. weve been friends for probably three or four years now....i think the reason why i consider her one of my best friends is because NO MATTER what advice you are asking for, she will always tell the truth. a person like that is very rare indeed; at least i havent come across any other people who possess this quality. her poetry just seemed to touch me so i decided to put all of it up on her very own poetry page. i also included one of her pros pieces that she wrote which i found interesting. also, im sure that this page will be updated regularly because she writes poems all the time, so keep checking back!
Testimony
My life was a painful hollow, buried deep within my breast, My road was long and dark, my way full of unrest, And then one dark and quiet night, I laid the knife upon my wrist. The yearning for a peaceful sleep, would soon be gone, at least. No more long and drawn out fights, no more lonely, quiet nights, No more pretending to be tough, no more thinking, "I'm not good enough", Just the sleep I'd been longing for, to end my life forevermore. And then his light came on for me, like the saving lighthouse of the sea. The voice of God cried out to me, He had heard and understood my plea I could not die, I was not done, His work for me had just begun. My friends for strength and family too, when the road was hard He'd lead me through; and with a prayer he made me new. The gift of God I'd thought I'd missed, all the love that He'd promised. My life was all he asked me for, but he has given me much
more.
I Have A Friend
I have a friend who really cares, He listens when I speak, and makes me feel like my opinion matters. He's sweet and funny and he makes me laugh, he's always got some great advice to give. My friend is special to me in many ways, and has helped me to see who I want to be. And though he doesn't live close, I know he's always there for me, as I am for him. He is the one person I can be myself around, and not feel rebuked. I love my friend with all my heart, even though he doesn't feel the same about me.
Nothing
This is a poem about nothing; Nothing in particular nothing vague, nothing crazy nothing sane, nothing scary nothing safe, nothing worth seeing or doing, nothing worth writing or saying, nothing singsong nothing plain, nothing smart nothing dumb, nothing right nothing wrong, Just a poem about nothing, and now it's done.
Hello
I told a man hello today, he seemed to wonder why; and when I raised my hand to wave, he quickly walked on by.
Some people act so strangely when they see a friendly face, it's as if a smile, to them, seems like a big disgrace.
It can get discouraging to know that some dont care; but it's the ones who do care, that make not caring so unfair.
So when you're walking down the street, say hello to those you meet. Silence is the easy part, saying hello comes from the heart.
I Wish I Were The Wind
I wish I were the wind, blowing freely where I choose. I can see the Heavens, and stir the waters of the vast ocean. I can move leaves in a gentle swirl, or knock down buildings with fierce gusts. Oh to be the wind, to flow in and out of every nook, moving swiftly or slowly, warming or chilling as I please. I wish I were the wind.
Love Is
Love is a raging river in the soul; moving, passionate, inspiring. Love is like the warm, gentle breeze of the early summer evening; comforting, embracing, quiet. Love is like a natural disaster; painful, devastating, heart wrenching. Love is like the rebirth of spring after the long, cold winter months; fresh, new, pure. Continually changing, Being born again, Each time just as beautiful as the last.
Forgive Me Father
Forgive me Father, for my sin. For the days I backslide and denounce Your grace. Forgive me when I do not love, but chose to hate instead. When I follow those, who do not follow you, Forgive me. Forgive my unglorifying mouth Lord, and my evil doing hands, my wandering mind. Forgive me Father, for my sin.
To My Friend…
I never thought I'd have someone
To tell my secrets to.
Really didn't want someone
Advising me on what to do.
Never though I'd need someone
When I was feeling blue.
But when I finally opened up my heart,
I knew it could be you.
You're always there to listen
To every grumble and complaint.
You always understand me,
There's no picture I need to
paint.
You never try and tell me
Exactly how to live.
You're such a friend to me,
You have so much love to give.
I know that you've been hurting,
You may even want to cry.
I wish that I could fix things,
Or even begin to try.
You're so strong for others
And I sometimes wonder why…
But He has chose a path for you,
And with His guidance you can fly.
I pray for God to heal your heart
Each and every day.
Mainly because when I help out,
I just get in the way.
You've taught me so many things,
Like how to live, and laugh, and grow.
Your friendship means a lot to me.
I just wanted you to know.
Toughen Up
*To all of us who oppress the weak, and abuse the poor of spirit. It is they that need the encouragement we so often neglect to give.
He stands on the edge of a tall building, images of those heart breaking days with his peers race through his mind. All the teasing and taunting, all the names and humiliation. All the pain the "cool people" inflict upon the weak. All the oppression allowed by the "respectable students."
Tears stream down his face as he wonders what he did wrong. What could be so terrible about him? And then the thought pops into his head "maybe it's not what I did, it's what I didn't do." He didn't grow up tall and strong, he didn't grow up good looking and smart, he didn't grow up to be an athlete or a musician, nor a writer or speaker. Just a boy trying to become a man in an unaccepting world. Why couldn't he just be himself and be accepted for that? Why do we have to be something special? Isn't life special enough without the added benefits?
"Toughen up!"
he'd been told. Well, yes certainly. Stand up for yourself and be beaten into submission, say something just to have it shot down by the insecure bully. Hate them, shoot them...what would that accomplish? Just another incident for them to hate you over. What was left to do but jump? The silent submission was just too much.
Would they all be sad? Would they come to the funeral? Even the tormentors and bullies? All the boys and girls who had thought it was all in fun? Would any of them suspect that they had been in his last thoughts? Would any of them miss this life, which had been treated as such an insignificant part of the day?
Toughen up! Take it like a man! What he wouldn't have given for one kind word, maybe even dared to hope for a friend once in a great while! But...no.
And now he's falling through the air, and praying that the Father accepts him into His loving arms (oh to be accepted! To be loved!) And now the world is silent, the days move slowly by; and another
soul who couldn't gather the strength to live through another day of Hell has been wiped off the face of the Earth.
Tell me...why must the weak perish for the strong to survive?
