Anna Mae's Poetry

[Anna Mae]

Hello everyone. I've never really put any of my writing out like this before, so please feel free to make comments and suggestions on how I might improve. Thanks!

This first poem is one I wrote a few years ago when I was feeling rather depressed. I didn't really intend to post a sad one first, but that's just the way it came out. Anyway, I hope you like it.

My Soul Cries Out in Lament


...My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Psalm 22:1


Abba help me,
Are You there?
Are You up there watching over me?

I’m alone,
desolate,
discouraged,
downcast.
Father, help my soul.

Savior, comfort me,
in my agony.
Hold me safe Your embrace.

My soul overflows with lament,
my joy is drowned out with agony.
I even doubt You, Lord.

Will I ever see joy again?
Will I ever leap and rejoice?
Will I ever bask in Your love, oblivious to all else?

My thoughts are troubled,
Oh, Almighty
I despair of hope for my brothers.
My soul cries out,

Help me! Where are You?

...And remember, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.
Matthew 28:20

[Anna Mae]

This is a poem that was inspired by the little thing I have in my sig.

The Desert

Come with me,
through the crowded streets,
of a large city.
Past the homeless children,
with their vacant eyes.
Past the littered gutters,
to a “betterâ€

[Jaltus-bot]

Yay!!!! Wahoo! Great writing.

[Anna Mae]

Thanks.

[uc pseudonym]

Good work, generally good work.

The Psalm at the beginning (or Jesus's quote) sets a good tone for an otherwise depressing poem, and it has a nice ending.

The second one certainly has room for interpretation, as you probably know.

[mastersquirrel]

Your first poem is quite good and I like the addition of the verse at the end.

I loved your second poem, the way you feel like you're going with someone and you see these two men each with their own ambitions. It's really great.

[Anna Mae]

This is a poem that I actually wrote many years ago, but it's nice, so I thought I'd share it.

Tomorrow’s Child

If you want to be a child,
then you must learn to play.
You need to see tomorrow,
and look back on today.

If you want to be a child,
then you must learn to dream.
Look at yesterday,
and tomorrow will be seen.

If you want to be a child,
then you must learn to hope
for looking in tomorrow,
you will learn to cope.

If you want to be a child,
then you must learn to dance.
In the sorrows of yesterday,
this day you will prance.

If you want to be a child,
you must be ready to learn.
If you’re ready to be taught,
life’s knowledge will be earned

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[ice122985]

this poetry is awesome. i really like it!!

[Anna Mae]

I'm not really sure when I wrote this one. It was at least a year ago. I hope you like it.

Fairy Wonderland

The moon sinks lower,
like a giant pearl,
and the mist shimmers,
as it dances and swirls.

The world looks like fairies have come,
softly in the night,
to sprinkle the earth with diamonds,
and then slip silently out of sight.

The grass still sparkles with dew,
the sun only half awake,
her rays fly out like a giant yawn,
across a dazzling lake.

The leaves are still entrusted in crystal,
the flowers awake from their long winter rest,
the world sparkles with beauty,
Nature has put on her best.

[Anna Mae]

I wrote this one a couple of years ago in the morning as I did my devotions. Yeah. I really like it. At first it was just a short poem that was very similar to the first stanza of this one, but then I expanded it. I hope you like it, too.

Yesterday, Today, and Forever

My Savior
I praise You,
My King
I honor You,
My Lord
I revere You,
My Jesus
I love You,
My Counselor
I trust You

Over the expanse of the ocean
I trust You,
To the depths of the earth
I love You,
To the upmost reach of the sky
I revere You,
From the steepest cliffs to the highest mountain peaks
I honor You,
From one end of the rainbow to the other
I praise You

And yet my praise cannot equal You,
My honor to You is lowly,
My revere cannot contemplate You,
My love is unequal to Yours,
My trust fails in You,
And yet You stay the same.

Your cup will overflow when the ocean is dry,
You will be steady when the depths of the earth shake,
You will stay clear when the sky dissolves,
You will stand firm when the mountains crumble,
And even as the rainbow fades,

You were here
Yesterday...
You are here
Today...
You will be here
Forever...

[Anna Mae]

Thanks to everyone who has bothered to read my poetry, I really appreciate it!
Glory to God!

[Nikki_fallingup]

*is at loss for words*

[Jaltus-bot]

oooh lovely, I'm glad you are posting your poems.

[Anna Mae]

*is at loss for words*

Um... that's a good thing, right?

[Nikki_fallingup]

Yep yep!!! Very good thing. I'm a chatter box when I'm in a semi good mood... so when I can't think of anything good to say... it's a VERY good thing.

[Godly Paladin]

Very nice stuff you have here. I like it!

[Anna Mae]

Thanks!

[Anna Mae]

Moonlight Dance

Twirling,
spinning,
falling,
swirling,
drifting,
slowly
to the ground.
Swishing,
floating,
in dusk’s soft glow,
slowly,
wisely,
foretelling snow.
Dancing in moonlight,
dancing at dawn,
falling,
swishing,
hither and yon.
Moonlight,
pale night,
the crisp,
cool air drifts into sight.
Swishing,
floating,
in dusk’s soft glow,
slowly,
wisely,
foretelling snow.

I wrote this one in 4th grade.

[Anna Mae]

Have a Poem
I want to write a poem. A poem would perfectly describe what I am feeling right now.

Perhaps whimsical, a little practical.
A bit down-hearted, livened by hope.

I don’t know how to say what I’m feeling. But I have to get it out.

A tad discouraged, valiant for truth.
A wish of dancing, a bow of mourning.

I will my words to flow smoothly (or even with a pleasant discord), perfectly encompassing everything I wish. But what do I wish?

A friend to share my love of life with, to rely on God alone as my sustenance.
To remain a mystery in the eyes of men, to fling my heart open and embrace human-kind.

I want to better the lives of those who read this, I want to write something special that will be me.

Intelligent, depressingly stupid.
Malignant, merciful.

I don’t know how to end this. I’m really not sure what to write.

I wish I had something funny, or witty, or serious, or wise.

But I don’t. I guess this is really all I have to say.

Have a poem.

[Anna Mae]

Well, this is pretty much how I've been feeling recently...

Why?
That is what I would like to know.

Why?
Lord, I have tried everything I can think of,
but nothing works.

Why?
I call upon Your name,
where are you?
I suppose you are out there somewhere.

Why?
Dogma.
Faith, perhaps.
Of course I know you care.
Of course you are in my life.

Why?
Then why can’t I touch you?
I long for you with a passion,
that I am deathly afraid will die.
So why don’t you answer?!
I just don’t get it.

Why?
Don’t you want me to long for you?
Don’t you want my life?
It feels as if I joyfully offer it to you,
and you stand there,
unaffected.
Aloof.

Why?
I am afraid that some day my stock of trust in you will run out.
Deathly afraid.
Can it really be that far removed from your plan
to grant me the simple request of an intimate relationship with you?
So I know there’s no possible way I can understand you,
but is what you have already promised too much to ask for?
Help!

Why?
ALL I WANT IS TO GIVE MY LIFE TO YOU!
TO LOVE YOU WHOLLY!
TO LIVE THE LIFE YOU WANT ME TO LIVE!
YOUR WILL HERE ON EARTH!
SO WHY?!
WHY!
I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO!
HELP ME!!!

Why?
That is what I would like to know.

I wish I had a happy ending to this...
but I don’t.
I’m sorry,
Abba.

[Anna Mae]

This poem was written shortly after Why? I had spent much time praying and crying and fearing and despairing, and well... I'll just let you read the poem.

The Beginning of the End

Yes! It is finally over! The end is here!
The beginning has finally come!

I yearned for so long,
I cried so hard.
I wasn’t answered.

But now, the end is here!
I can see the beginning on the horizon.
Hope gushes into the void in my heart.

It seemed like you would never answer.
It seemed like you were to remain unattainable.

But no longer!

Finally! After tears and fear.
After pleading and despair.
You have come!

You calmed me.
You dried my tears.
You prompted me to get my Bible.
You opened my fingers to Job.
You guided my eyes to the study note,
leading me into the Psalms.
Then you carried me to 1 John,
and you opened my eyes!

The end of despair is here.
The beginning of Life has come.

[Anna Mae]

It's been three days. Did I offend you guys or something? I'm sorry.

[Godly Paladin]

No, you didn't offend me! I suppose my subscription service went on the blink...

I like it! The ending is especially well done. It's really interesting how your writings mirror your emotions so well.

[Anna Mae]

Thank you! I tend to not like to show my emotions very much, so I appreciate your appreciation of it.

[Anna Mae]

I wrote this one today. Again, this is pretty much how I'm feeling at the moment.

[align=center]Yes, Lord?

Well???
I’m waiting.
I thought we had something going here.

Sometimes it feels like you’re just teasing me.
You gave me a glimmer of hope,
And then simply let the flame smolder out.

I don’t want it to go out!
I long for a roaring fire!
I long for you.

So, why?
You gave me a chance,
And I am ready to trust you.

I’m on the starting line.
Just say the word and I’ll give my all for you.
You’ve said “Ready? Se…â€

[Anna Mae]

I have a poem about the resolution to this. I don't have access to it at the moment, but I suppose I'll post it sometime...

[The Doctor]

You have "the gift", as I call it. The gift of creativity, of writing, of expressing your feelings and experiences in the mode of the written word.

Consider yourself blessed that the Lord has given such a valuable gift to you (though every talent God gives us is valuable). You should be excited to see how God is going to use you.

I loved your first poem when I read it. What a work! I've done similar works when I'm stuck in the depths of despair.

[uc pseudonym]

Just to inform you that I am still reading. You are quite the prolific poet; keep up the good work.

[Jaltus-bot]

Anna Mae, you are a truly exquisite poet.

[Anna Mae]

Thank you everyone. Your taking the time to read my poetry really means a lot to me.