Poetry: The Mist of the Morning

Hola, Reader! Today I am sharing a poem I made for a class. I have a few more that I will share later this week.

Here it is:

The Mist of the Morning

A veil covers sea,

And land and soul and sky;

Drawn up o’er the heavens,

Refreshing travelers.

Its cool silken fabrics

Draped o’er ev’ry field

Relax the laden lines

Of every stressed human

Who awakens early;

And conceal creatures

Which hide from all dangers.

These wings of God protect

And heal and care for those

Whom He had created;

Until they rise again

Back up to the heavens

Where God’s enthroned above.

Hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments what you think, and if there’s anything you would change!

Have a great week!

-Anne

Poetry: Opposites Attract

Hola, Reader! Today is a really short post.

I was lucky enough to have a poetry war with one of my friends, and I spontaneously created this poem. (Isn’t it great when that happens?) I edited it slightly once we were done with the poetry battle to help it rhyme, and here it is:

“Opposites attract;

Perhaps this the reason be

Why my self in one piece stays;

For if the same all my days

I ‘twould fly apart and flee.”

The friend & I were commenting on how different we ourselves are compared to when we are with friends and when we are by ourselves. So this poem spontaneously came into my brain: since there are opposites of nature within us and opposites attract, we stay in one piece.

However, it’s rather strange; because the people who have the same personality and character no matter what situation they’re in are typically more consistent, reliable, and stable. So the “opposites attract” doesn’t really apply to within people, it seems to only apply to people-to-people and electrical charge-to-charge relationships.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the poem! Have a great day! 🙂

-Anne

One of My Favorite Poems

Hola, Reader!

Today I will be sharing one of my favorite poems (if  not my most favorite). It is rather long (so I will spend less time talking about it ;P), and it is by a poet named C.T. Studd. It is called “Only One Life”.

(Stanza One)

Two little lines I heard one day,

Traveling along life’s busy way;

Bringing conviction to my heart,

And from my mind would not depart;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Two)

Only one life, yes only one,

Soon will its fleeting hours be done;

Then, in ‘that day’ my Lord to meet,

And stand before His Judgement seat;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Three)

Only one life, the still small voice,

Gently pleads for a better choice

Bidding me selfish aims to leave,

And to God’s holy will to cleave;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Four)

Only one life, a few brief years,

Each with its burdens, hopes, and fears;

Each with its clays I must fulfill,

Living for self or in His will;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Five)

When this bright world would tempt me sore,

When Satan would a victory score;

When self would seek to have its way,

Then help me Lord with joy to say:

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Six)

Give me Father, a purpose deep,

In joy or sorrow Thy Word to keep;

Faithful and true what e’er the strife,

Pleasing Thee in my daily life;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Seven)

Oh let my love with fervor burn,

And from the world now let me turn;

Living for Thee, and Thee alone,

Bringing Thee pleasure on Thy throne;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.

(Stanza Eight)

Only one life, yes only one,

Now let me say, “Thy will be done”;

And when at last I’ll hear the call,

I know I’ll say “’twas worth it all”;

Only one life, ’twill soon be past,

Only what’s done for Christ will last.”

There’s one extra stanza they have. It is:

“Only one life, ’twill soon be past, Only what’s done for Christ will last. And when I am dying, how happy I’ll be, If the lamp of my life has been burned out for Thee.”

I hope you enjoyed it! Have a great day. 🙂

-Anne

Poetry: The Time is Now

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing my second piece of poetry. The temporary title for it is “The Time Is Now”, but if you think of a better permanent one, please comment below!

Well, here it is!

The time was golden, the sun was new.

The world beheld- the newfound you.

Opportunity flowed- like river gold.

Each path you followed- each choice so bold.

Your candle ablaze, your soul anew.

Life no haze, wounds were few.

Indestructible body, recklessly daring.

All now see- you rejoicing.

Life is short, opportunity fleeting.

The choice is yours, the life your own.

The world awaits- your ready coming.

The time is ripe, the time is now.”

I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know in the comments below whether you would like to see more poetry, and what you think would make a good title for this poem. Also, feel free to let me know what you think about the poem! I am free for edits and looking to improve. Thank you!

Keep on writing!

-Anne

Poetry: The Hourglass

Hola Reader!

Sorry for the long absence! I’ve been having a hard time thinking of what to write. :S So for now I am posting poems and writing prompts I am okay with sharing! (Though warning: some of my poetry may not be that good. I am critical of my own works but I am certainly not like any of the famous poets.)

So here is one of my poems! I titled it “The Hourglass”.

It gives the somewhat average life at an overview, which I suppose makes it somewhat depressing… :S But here goes!

The day I was born, the day the glass turned.

The life I had one, the time I had learned.

The days I had new, the nights I had old.

The friends I had few, the love I had gold.

The spouse I had soon; the funeral I had then.

The triumphs I had won; the defeated I had been.

The time was then told; the deeds I had done.

The fun I had bold; the rewards I had earned.

Death I had cold; the day the glass turned.

Don’t worry! The next few poems I will be sharing are more uplifting.

If you have a topic or a question or something else you would like me to post or answer, please let me know in the comments below! Do you want to know more about Guardians of Ashith, or its characters? Would you like to have more (or less) poetry? Would you like to know about my other books?

I will hopefully decide and reveal within the next month what my NaNoWriMo novel will be!

Meanwhile, I hope you’re having a great week! Keep on writing! 🙂

-Anne