Here comes the moon again

Here comes the moon again,
Pale and lonely like he always is.
I'm not scared of the dark,
Just the uncertainty it brings

Here comes the sun again,
shooting pinks out of the ground.
And this forgotten reconciliation is looming
in the background of another fading night.

Here comes the springtime again,
But the green won't appear.
The seasons just keep changing,
And our lives stay the same.

There goes your smile again.
It never stays for long.
I can't hold on to hope
When the wind is bitter cold.

Two Yellow Flowers

This poem is another one that I wrote because I had to, but I'm glad Brit. Lit. made me write things because I probably wouldn't have thought of this on my own. We had to pick a painting or photograph and then write a poem about it. As you can probably tell by the title I picked a photograph of 2 yellow flowers that someone took and gave to me once.

The picture of the yellow flowers
You took for me so long ago
Reminds me of their quiet peace
While the world rushed on we stood
Still like the beauty of those two flowers
The wind blew hard, but they just held
Each other firm and strong and happy
Their roots were entwined together always
Rain covered not only one, but both
Then smiled in the sun
Their innocent bliss didn't last forever like
Their imaginations dreamed
Instead you plucked one from the ground,
The other's roots still holding on
And scattered in the wind.

Modeled after Tennyson

In my Brit Lit class we are studying Tennyson and his poem "In Memoriam" and we had to write 4 stanzas that were similar in feeling and rhyme scheme to his. I wrote about when I was younger and the feelings I had after we moved. It was indeed a dark period in my life and when I would get upset I would go outside during the night and pray and cry and write poetry. It was during these times that I actually came to rely on my Savior and felt His love for me. No amout of words can convey the deepness of my sorrow, but this is a little piece of it.

Stars above twinkle in ubelief
Grass below whispers of new frost
The wind tears away what's already lost
And the soul tries to forget its grief

A place so foreign, so odd, so new
A place that drains emotions from
The hope that someone will finally come
To wipe away tears as thick as dew

"Someone, please someone," the heart cries out
And outstreched is held a hopeful hand
For anyone who might understand
The hand's filled with hope, but the mind with doubt

The cold and dark are slowly torn
And eyes search to see who will heal
The eyes can't see, but the heart can feel
The Savior on who all cares are born