Special Things | Poetry Remix No. 9

“Special things don’t happen everyday. Sometimes you make them happen your own way.”

I’m thinking forward and not looking back.
Also not looking around; just forward.
What would we do if tomorrow was lack,
and we’re stuck in the past or just plain bored?

I guessing that you could just call that hope.
Few other things can give you a life-line.
And when you’ve come to the end of your rope,
well, most people find their faith in those times.

Always find something to look forward too.
If you only have the daily mundane,
then your life will fly by you all too soon;
Everyday that you wake will feel the same.

Special things don’t happen everyday.
Sometimes you make them happen your own way.

Friends, I was inspired to write this poem after looking over my own life. It’s easy to get stuck into the daily cycle of going to work and doing all of your normal, everyday tasks. It makes life monotonous. Don’t you ever just want to break out?

“When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.” Psalm 94:19 NLT

I’d also like to recommend “Hope Within Our Poetry” by Ancient Skies and the original version of this post, “Forward Thinking.

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Soul is Strong | Poetry Remix No. 8

“My soul is strong, and stronger every day. Lay it down and pick it up on the way.”

My heart is raw, my hands are wide open;

Yes, I’m broken, but I’m willing to learn.

Take all of you, not me, and pour it in

deep in my soul and let the fires burn.

My soul is raw, so my mouth remains closed.

The less of me, then the more I am free;

Free to receive all from the One that knows;

knows me by my name and calls me to be.

My body is raw and always fading.

And I know that it won’t last forever.

One day, a new one will be given me

from my Redeemer and one life Giver.

My soul is strong, and stronger every day.

Lay it down and pick it up on the way.

Friends, this is a very special post to me because it comes deep from my soul. I know I haven’t been posting often lately. But I hope everyone is my community is still around to read!

If you like this post, please click here and check out the few short few verses about death from the Book of Job that inspired this post. Also check out the original version of this remixed post, “Raw Story.”

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Settle Your Fears | Short Poem No. 53

“But the sun will soon rise to dry your tears.
And the peace will come to settle your fears.”

A new day begins with the rising sun.

Time to let go of the fear of the night.

Sometimes you have to be the only one

to tell yourself that it will be alright.

Tears stream down your face like a waterfall.

Your heart beats rhythms of anxiety.

With closed eyes, you can’t concentrate at all.

Getting down on your knees, you beg God, “Please. . .”

I won’t lie to you; it won’t be easy.

To cross a mountain, you must first climb it.

You will learn this lesson – the same as me.

To see a new day, first watch the moon set.

But the sun will soon rise to dry your tears.

And the peace will come to settle your fears.

Friends, it’s been a long time since I’ve posted – I hope you haven’t forgotten about me! But this inspiration came to my mind tonight. I hope these words help you as much as they have helped me.

If you liked this post, also check out the simple but profound post by Pure Glory, “God’s Prescription for Fear.” And if you haven’t yet, also check out one of my other recent poems which is about finding love in the perfect moment – “Sold my Heart.”

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Hold my Hand | Poetry Remix No. 7

“So, here I end my silly little rhyme.
Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.”

The shape of your hand fits perfect in mine.

That makes me so happy that we are us.

We go together in space and in time.

All though my hands are bigger (what’s the fuss?).

Sometimes I just cannot wait to go home;

do something we would call “stupid” with you:

Like eat while we watch our favorite show.

Some hot dogs and pickles. You love that, too.

If it’s a bad day, you are my escape.

When it’s worse, you will always make it great.

You always teach me love when there is hate.

And the way our hands fit, it must be fate.

So, here I end my silly little rhyme.

Hold my hand so I can feel that you’re mine.

Friends, this poem, to me, is meant to be something very uncomplicated but beautiful. It represents the most simple things you can do as a couple. But it is those little moments that you sometimes hold most dear to your heart.

If you liked those post, please also check out “Hold my Hand. . .” by psychologistatwork, another great short poem about not letting go of the one you love. Also, check out the original version of this post, “Hands Fit Perfectly in Mine.”

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Endlessness | Short Poem No. 52

The sea’s endlessness.

We walk the beach together.

Our love, eternal.

Friends, this concludes my week of Haiku. How do you like the final post? I really feel this one in my heart; the perfect conclusion.

If you liked this post, also check out the heartfelt “Haiku – Stranger” by Val Boyko. Also, if you haven’t yet, please read my Haiku from yesterday, “Young and Tender.”

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Young and Tender | Short Poem No. 51

Young and tender plants

are like young children waking

in tender mornings.

Friends, I am still here writing Haikus – for the whole week now. They are something I am fairly new to. But I think, now, I am starting to feel my groove with them and make them my own.

If you like Haikus, please check out “Rebuilt” by Rusted Honey who, in my opinion, is really great at them. Also check out my Haiku from yesterday if you haven’t yet, “Mountains’ Feet.”

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