Sunshine and rain

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

I woke early to a new day,
woke with an odd thought in my head,
woke with the idea of you close by.
Yes, I woke believing you were near,
but as my eyes opened
the dream faded
and I was alone with my pillows.
I was only sleeping in my bed.

Still this made me wonder
made me think,
made me ask
do you believe in me?
Do you look at the grey and cold sky
and see the sunshine?
Do you stand in the rain
and know the sun is out?
In your night can you feel my day?

You may be as far as the moon is from the sun
but there is still a moon
and I still see the sun.
In the storm and the rain,
I will see sunshine.
I will stay awake at night,
so that I can feel your day.

Feb. 1 beauty

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I sit on the cliffs of California in the warm winter’s sun. It’s only February 1st and most of the country is covered in snow or at least cold. However, I am sitting in a t-shirt with my shoes off enjoying the sun warming my skin and the fresh ocean breeze. The ocean’s waves tickle the cliffs, rocks and the shore that surrounds me. I hear giggles from girls swimming near by and can watch healthy people job by. I sit and watch the beauty of nature and people intermingle. I sit and realize how amazingly beautiful life can be if you take time to watch it walk by. I realize and remember why I came back and why this spot among all other spots in the world is my own paradise. I can breathe in this spot and watch so much life dance around me on a warm winter day.

For you

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Like a roaring river caught,

Like a devastating storm stopped,

Like a burning fire in a jar,

my soul was for you.

You released the flood waters of my heart

You control the storm inside my mind.

And you tell me how to burn.

You show me your way.

You show me my way to you Lord.

You open my heart,

you unlock my mind,

and free my soul,

all so that I can love you more.

Let me pour out for you

so that you can fill me up again.

Let me be emptied by you

so that I know where I stand.

Lord, your the lover of my soul;

the only one worth living for.

I was a roaring river caught

and you unleashed me,

for your glory.

I was a devastating storm,

to my own being,

but you calm the rage

that laid deep inside of me.

I was a spark in the night

before you showed me how to burn;

now I burn for you.

only for you, Lord.

Now I live for you

only for you, Lord.

Precious

by tiffanymy creative self, PoetryPosted on No Comments

Hello, today I decided to do the daily prompt.  This is a mostly unedited poem. Please let me know what you think.

Precious

Who is precious?

Who can do no wrong?

There is only one.

With love flowing out

he came to the ground

with all the power

of the earth he owned,

He humbled himself to save every soul;

he came to rescue everyone.does no wrong

Yes my precious lives far above,

yes the one who can do no wrong

wrote the rules of the universe in our hearts.

He is love and truth.

He rescues those who, 

by the free will he gave,

chose to walk away.

He is in my precious.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/12/12/daily-prompt-my-precious/

God's promise

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A note before the poem:

I’ve been reading Psalms and Proverbs lately. This is a poem that came out of that study. I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think.

God’s promise

Walk hand in hand with me,

I’ll show you everything I see.

Place your hope in the hand of mine

and I’ll carry it even higher.

Love me now

and I’ll show you my forever.

Love you forever

and I’ll show you my Heaven.

Only

walk hand in hand with me

and I’ll lead you where you should go;

showing you all you can be

helping you to truly grow.

So walk hand in hand with me

I’ll show you everything there is to see

walk hand in hand with me

and I’ll teach you which way to go,

how to grow.

I will teach you you’re always in my hand

I’ll never let you go.

Life's poem

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Life pushes,

it pulls;

whirls and rushes

like a dance

every step wishes

changing and turning.

Switching the rules

swapping the characters

redirecting the plot.

Once settled it’s time to rush and whirl

Time to chase another dream

find another way

wish for another day

because why live one life

when you can dream up twenty?

Dream

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I dream with my mind open

and my eyes shut

I dream without reality,

where anything is possible.

Yes, I dream wonderful dreams

where children run happy

parents are always pleasant

and love fills the air.

 

I dream with my mind open

and my eyes closed.

I dream the impossible dream.

I dream of you holding me close

hugging me and telling me everything will be alright.

I dream of hearing everything I want to hear

and laughing without end.

 

I dream with my mind open

and my eyes closed.

I dream of simple dreams

of walking with friends.

I dream complex dreams

of walking in friendship.

 

So many things I dream,

so many things,

but I dream dreams that will fade.

 

The world and my path (a poem)

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In the noise of the world

how do you quiet your soul

to listen to where you belong

to what you need?

With the world whirling around you

how do you stand still

to see your path

to trust your feet?

When the world whirls and shouts to conform

how do you stand apart,

how do you go down a path less traveled?

 

Be silent and I will tell you,

because every life has a quiet spot,

amidst every storm there is a tree to hold on to.

And you trust your feet

when you hold the hand of another who believes

in the path you walk down

in the life you live.

 

You see life is loud

but you can find quiet.

Life is a storm

but there is sunshine.

And living life is a journey

but worth it.

broken strength

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I whisper stay steady

because I was told to stay strong.

With all the world pushing me down

I stay steady.

When I’m weak, I’m told to stay strong.

When I’m broken, I’m told to hold on,

because the world does not see

because I am free.

I can be strong in my weakness

I can hold on when everything is broken.

And I will walk when my path is dark.

 

Show me

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Give me word to write,
A story to tell.
Show me which way to go,
How to grow.
Dance with me
And lead me around.
I don’t want control,
I just want to know;
Know how to dance,
How to sing.
I just want to know how to be.
So give me the words to write
And the story to tell.
Show me which way to go
And how to grow.