My Favorite Poems

Just like the title says, these are my favorite poems (that I've written)! This is just going to be one thread and I'll keep adding to it, that way all my poems are all together. Yay! =]

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Barren

She drowns herself

In the rain

As the thunder roars

Above her

She welcomes the pain that

The knife brings

And she watches the blood trickle

Down her arms

She walks barefoot through

The barren meadow

And she feels safe among

The thorns...

©ARA

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If I Were Jesus

Crucified for this?

Be glad that I’m not Jesus

I won't forgive you

©ARA

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Healing Rain

You try to understand,

Say you’ve been through it too,

Say I remind you of a younger you,

But you can’t understand,

See there ain’t no way you could,

You can try all you want but there ain’t no way you ever would,

Understand me,

Relate to the things that surround me,

The peer pressure of drugs and alcohol too,

And just stupid stuff that no one should do,

I’m givin’ in,

Givin’ in to the crowd,

Can’t get out,

Can’t get myself out,

I’m fallin’ deeper into my doubts and my fears,

Can’t believe that I’m becomin’ just like my peers,

Got myself in so deep,

So deep that it makes me wanna weep,

But I gotta stay strong,

Gotta stay cool,

Unless I want all my friends to think I’m a fool,

I try to hide from it all,

Get away from the pain,

But there ain’t no way to hide ‘cept in the healin’ rain,

That the Lord brings,

See I can run from it all,

Run into a wall,

Watch myself fall,

I feel so small,

Or I could put in a call,

To the One who understands me most of all,

‘Cuz see yall,

The Lord God Almighty is Father to all,

He hears us when we call,

Catches us when we fall,

When I’m in need I can call on His name,

He takes away the sin, mistakes, and the pain,

By washin’ you in the healin’ rain,

So no matter how far you go,

How far you drift,

God still offers you the gift,

Of a lifetime,

Be washed in the healin' rain yall

©ARA

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Sacrifice of Sin

I beat him continuously

Not caring that he cried out in pain

I mocked him and stuck thorns

In his head

I punched him and kicked him

I even spit in his face

I tore the skin from his bones

I personally nailed his

Hands and feet to that cross

And I personally stuck that spear

In his side

I stood back to admire my work

And I realized I had killed him

Each sin I performed was

A slap in his face

My sins had killed him...

I fell to my knees in tears

Ashamed at what I had done…

©ARA

"For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord."

Romans 6:23

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Warren Peace

Peace isn’t easy

War always comes before it

The death toll rises

©ARA

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Of Innocence and Immorality

I stare innocence straight in the eye

The sight alone makes me feel ashamed

To hold innocence would to be like

pouring acid on my skin

Should I cut innocence off from all humanity

and let innocence grow up to be pure?

Or should I give in to my selfish desires

and corrupt innocence for all eternity?

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I hold her close, this little girl

With a burning sensation, I feel every one

of my guilty sins seep into her tiny body

I have ruined her.

For she will no longer be the

innocent, perfect angel

we have been wanting for

But an immoral person living in

an immoral world

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I’m holding innocence in my hands

But innocence is innocence no longer

©ARA

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Hopeless

Everyday we see people on the street

With nowhere to go and nothing to eat

Lonely and cold and living in fear

With each passing day, death becomes near

.

Two people stand with hate on their face

White thinks he’s better because of his race

Black feels suppressed and despises the white

Discrimination and hate result in a fight

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Slammed against the locker and beat to the floor

Bullied all his life, he can’t take this anymore

Armed with a gun, a bomb, a knife

He shoots up the school before taking his life

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And what do we do, we stop and we stare

We turn our backs, pretend they aren’t there

We offer no help, compassion or care

Then wonder why the world ends up in despair

©ARA

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