Zella's Poetry

Zella

Zella

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I don't write poetry frequently but I think what I do write is pretty good so I thought I'd share some of it. Feel free to tell me what you think could be improved.


What Are Stars?

Really and truly, what are stars?
Pieces of burning gas?
Or could they possibly be something else,
Something we don't know of yet?

Perhaps they are pieces of heaven's love
That slipped from an angel's hand
And landed in the firmament
To please us here on land.

Perhaps they're what scientists say the are,
Just a bright, unromantic flame,
But I hope they are something else,
Something else that came
Straight from heaven up above
To bring us joy and peace.

What are stars, do we truly know?
I don't believe we do.
But someday up in heaven
We'll find out what is true,
And I hope it is heaven's love;
I truly, truly do!
 
Zella said:
I don't write poetry frequently but I think what I do write is pretty good so I thought I'd share some of it. Feel free to tell me what you think could be improved.


What Are Stars?

Really and truly, what are stars?
Pieces of burning gas?
Or could they possibly be something else,
Something we don't know of yet?

Perhaps they are pieces of heaven's love
That slipped from an angel's hand
And landed in the firmament
To please us here on land.

Perhaps they're what scientists say the are,
Just a bright, unromantic flame,
But I hope they are something else,
Something else that came
Straight from heaven up above
To bring us joy and peace.

What are stars, do we truly know?
I don't believe we do.
But someday up in heaven
We'll find out what is true,
And I hope it is heaven's love;
I truly, truly do!
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This poem is very pretty.:D
 
The Unsung Heros

To all the unsung heros
Whose stories are never told
But yet who deserve as much mention
As the dragon slayers of old.

They inspire their children to live right
Despite poverty, toil, and pain
Or teach 200 first-graders
Whose lives will never be the same.

They're the missionaries and truck drivers
The Bible class teachers and friends
Who are always there to lend a hand
When your endurance has come to an end.

They lift you up with their smile,
Their patience goes on and on.
Where would we be without those
That we miss so much when they're gone?

To all the unsung heros
Who never seem to complain;
Let us point them out as examples
Again and again and again.
 
A Thanksgiving Sonnet

He humbly came to dwell upon the earth,
Submitted to a poor and lowly birth.
He gave Himself to die upon a tree
To offer righteousness to all, to me!

What can I say that's not been said before
By those who spoke of One whom they adore
Whose love was far more perfect than is mine,
Whose pens were sharpened to a point more fine?

It's all been said by many different men
And yet I still take up my simple pen
To offer up this little bit of praise
(We do the things we can in our own ways)

And early on this new Thanksgiving day
Give thanks for Him who's offered me a way.
 
Huzzah!!


As soon as you notified me of your sonnet, I hurried over to take a look. You did it! Some others here have attempted sonnets (I don't mean Inkling, she's already perfect), but just could not get the hang of writing in a _consistent_ iambic pentameter. But you did it, _flawlessly_ all the way through!! And there sure is no fault to find in your subject matter! Congratulations to a _true_ sonneteer.
 
Thanks for the kind comments everyone; I appreciate the encouragement.:)
This was the result of a challenge to myself.

The War of the Seasons

Spring is a maiden beautiful and tall.
With her you'll never have a moment dull.
Bold Summer thinks all life should be a ball
And tells you so in his own lazy drawl.

Sad Autumn is a melancholy thrall,
Yet briefly keeps her beauty ere her fall.
Soon after you will hear old Winter's call
As moodily he comes from his own hall.

The seasons four bring rain and the snowfall,
Some days are still, on some the wind will squall,
As for their places all of them will brawl.
The victor reigns; away the old will crawl.

But time will each of them again recall;
This battle is not quite a free-for-all.
 
In the Woods

There's a special sort of feeling as you walk a woodland path.
Hearing the leaves crunch underfoot can sometimes make you laugh.
You watch the playful squirrels as they scamper to their home
And listen for the bird songs as meandering you roam.

A bug lands on your sleeve, but you're in the perfect mood
Not to brush it off; you want to see what it will do.
And when it finally flies away it doesn't really matter,
For on this perfect, gorgeous day nothing can make you sadder.

They say that there's two things we watch that never lose attention
(The first you will not find here but it at least deserves a mention):
Fire and water. And when you come across a trickling stream
You understand the latter as on a rustic bridge you lean.

Yes, there's a special feeling as you walk a woodland path
And when you have to leave you reluctantly look back
And promise to these faithful woods you will be back another day
As, rested and refreshed, pressing duties take you away.
 
OMG Zella-all these poems are amazingly good!!!:D
BTW-did i ask you already,could you maybe write some poems for my book?I've been asking a few other people,and you write really well too.PM me if your interested,and thanks:)
 
This one is to go with a story that I'm writing, but I think it will still mostly make sense. It's written by a character named Ardran Celan. I don't have a name for it.


A traitor, but still loyal to my friends.
The good and right are what my sword defends.
Though all around me have to evil turned
I won't forget the truth that I have learned.
They say that I'm a Keeper. Why that part
Was given me, who knows? Yet in my heart
The knowledge burns and I won't let you down
But will stay strong. It may be that renown
Won't ever come to me, but I don't care.
What matters is that in the future there
Will be someone who's blessed because of me
And what I've done for those who can to see.
A traitor? Yes, but only for the goal
Of making what is broken once more whole.
 
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