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Lonely but Loved

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 02:10:24 +0000

He sits all alone
at his desk in school.
He wants to fit in
but he just isn’t that “cool”.
His clothes are old
and his family is poor
but no one cares.
He’s just a kid next door.
They tease him because his
grades aren’t all that good.
He cries in the corner
hiding his face with his hood.
He goes through each day
feeling unwanted and unloved,
but there is one who is watching
from way up above.
The boy may think that
lonliness is his only friend
but little does he know,
God is watching over him.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Lonely but Loved.

Now I See the Light

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 01:47:09 +0000

Lord here I am,
I faught as long as I could.
My strength is gone.
Do with me what you would.
I’m surrendering my soul;
I want to be free.
Give me another chance, lord,
that is my plea.
I know I’ve sinned against you, but
I want to make it right.
Trying to fight it has proved nothing
and I now see the light.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Now I See the Light.

Forbidden Fruit

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 08 Mar 2011 00:36:29 +0000

She knows the consequences
but the temptation is stronger.
She tries not to give in
but she can’t take it any longer.
“Do it.” the serpent hisses.
There is nothing to lose.”
Take it or leave it.
Which one will she choose?
“I can’t.” she says,
but her flesh beckons her to it.
The serpent stands watching,
chanting, “Do it! Do it!”
The pressure grows stronger
until she finally gives in.
the serpent slithers off
cheerful for his win.
Realizing her mistake,
she looks to the sun.
And hides from her Father
thinking, “What have I done?”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Forbidden Fruit.

Why you should care…

Heart 4 poetry — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 00:28:19 +0000

Have you ever looked
deep into a sad child’s eyes or
have you ever stopped to listen
the their sad and lonley cries.
Most people refuse to believe it
although it is quite true,
that many children need mercy today
as many also need you.
So many children are beaten
and living in despair,
cause we don’t ever realize that
they need someone to care.
So many families are starving,
and often wondering why
that we don’t stop to help them
and continue on with our own lives.
So many fatherless children
who will never understand
why they have no precious daddy
or the strength of a loving father’s hand.
So many homeless people
living on the street
while we’re kept warm and cozy
and have plenty to eat.
This world is very greedy
and we should all understand
that we could be a sad, beaten child,
homeless and hungry family,
or a child all grown up to be a fatherless man.
Today someone may be reaching
out to take your hand
hoping that you’ll care for them
and that you’ll understand.
Don’t ever pass up a moment
when you got a hand to lend,
because someone out there may need you
and later you may need them.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Why you should care….

Recipe for a Smile

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:44:15 +0000

Things needed:

1. person (you or someone in need of a smile)

1/2 cup of love from the heart.

2. heaping loads of Joy and gladness

1. pinch of care

2. cups of laughter

What to do:

Mix together The two cups of laughter with the heaps of joy and gladness. Stir constantly to make sure that the smile will be true and not a “pain cover-up.” Sprinkle in the pinch of care and add with it the 1/2 cup of love as you continue to stir. Gently pour in a cup made from only the finest happiness around. For extra effect, add a spoonful of hugs and kisses (if desired). Sip or have someone else sip the potion slowly. If the first cup is a little weak, take another dose.
Now you should have a smile on your face and a fresh start today. Take a dose of smile each day if you wish to feel this way forever.

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Recipe for a Smile.

Messed up Poetry

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 18:28:28 +0000

The dark is too bright
and I’m falling awake.
My pencil won’t write
and this paper is fake.
This cactus is soft
and my fur coat is rough.
I love doing homework
and can’t get enough.
I hate to win
and love to lose.
I hate exciting games
and love boring news.
Spiders are my friends,
butterflies, my foes.
I know it all sounds strange,
but that is how it goes.

Authors note:

This is just a little bit of imagination and creativity to give you a quick smile for your day. A smile is a good medicine that you should take daily in order to go about your day feeling refreshed and ready for anything. You can find out more in my next peice ” Recipe for a Smile”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Messed up Poetry.

Sun rise… sun set….

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 15:28:44 +0000

Sweet morning time comes
and awakens the ever shining star.
The sun peeks through my window.
“Arise…Arise…” he says.
I cover my face.
“Arise….Arise…” he repeats.
“I’ll arise when I feel like it!” I answer.
I continue to waste away
the glorious day.
Then, before I know it,
the sun looks away.
“Goodnight.” he says.
He disappears and I am
left alone, wide awake, with no light
but the deathly pale moon.
“Sleep…sleep…close your eyes
and sleep…” and he chants a
lonely poem…..

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Sun rise… sun set…..

What it’s like to be rejected

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 16:39:48 +0000

Ready to start a brand new year
she makes her way to school,
with hopes that on the popularity list
she’d be with the cool.
She finds her class and walks inside
to wish she’d never came.
The way they talked and things they wore
made her feel ashamed.
She looked don at her tattered clothes,
(the ones she wore last year)
when she saw one of the poular kids
pointing at her and grinning from ear to ear.
She tried her hardest not to cry,
she didn’t want to make a scene.
She just couldn’t understand why
they had to be so mean.
The day seems long and endless
until the bell decides to ring,
she seems so relieved
by the simple little “Ding!”
What it’s like to be rejected,
is somthing many people know.
Knowing your not wanted somewhere
makes you not want to go.
Many children suffer year after year,
for stupid school board leaders
are too lazy to hear
about what other children
are always going through.
I know what it’s like to be rejected;
Do you?

Written by: Miranda Patterson, (A.KA. Heart 4 Poetry)

November 11, 2009

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at What it’s like to be rejected.

My Personal Prayer Poem

Heart 4 poetry — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 15:59:47 +0000

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
that you open my eyes
so that I may see
the righteous path
thou has set for me.
Heal my heart
and mend my soul.
Help me to play
my servant role.

Lord Jesus Christ,
let me feel
thy precious, holy spirit
from head to heel.
Lead me through the paths
of which I may go.
Please, Lord, you lead the way
so that I may follow.

Lord Jesus Christ,
send blessings from above,
and send peace through my household
by sending the holy dove.
Guide me through this world
and keep sin from me away,
so I may better serve you
through each and everyday.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I ask you once again
to forgive me for my sins
ans deliver me from pain.
I love you,God, my father,
and still can’t understand why
that you took the place of THIS sinner
and bore the cross to die.

Lord Jesus Christ,
help me to understand
that I am here for a reason
and that’s why you made me who I am.
Chastise me, Oh loving God,
when you feel the time is right,
and when I’ve lost my way back home
shine me a heavenly light.

Lord Jesus Christ,
I pray unto thee
to search my heart thoroughly
as I give you the key.
I end this prayer with love
and tears streaming down my face.
Lord, thank you for the cross,
and your sweet Amazing Grace.

Amen.

Written by: Miranda Patterson (A.K.A Heart 4 Poetry)
December 30,2009.

Author Notes: These are my true feelings about my Lord God and Saviour, and if you have not met him yet, now is the right time. Call upon his name and he shall surley answer thee. Although I am in my teenage years, I know that what I feel is real and you can feel it too if you just Call upon his name.
God Bless you!

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at My Personal Prayer Poem.

Daddy’s Boy

Heart 4 poetry — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 01:46:11 +0000

As a man was walking along
with his child one day,
He was very surprised
at what his boy had to say.
He looked to his father
with tears in eyes
and said, ” Please, Daddy, tell
me and tell me no lies.”
The man looked down
at his son’s pleading face
wondering what was wrong
as his heart began to race.
” Daddy, I saw you crying last night
and wanted to know
if you are alright.”
Suddenly, the man remembered
himself weeping that night
and turned to his child to say,
” Son, it’s alright.
I was only thinking back
on what we’ve come through,
and how lucky I truly am
to have boy like you.”
The young boy looked up
to his teary-eyed Dad
and said, ” And I am truly
Lucky to have you as my Dad.”

This post was originally published on Your Poems, Your Stories at Daddy’s Boy.