Here's a Concrete Poem.

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To be a bird and fly upon the breeze
And on the warmth of summer wind to fly
And sing a song and laugh among the trees

Oh rise and fall with such a calming ease
And nothing can go easily as high
As can a bird that flies upon the breeze

You sing your song whenever you may please
And never wonder if it's truth or lie
Just sing the song and laugh among the trees

The workers and the stressful men you tease
Explore a world not limited by sky
And say "I am the bird that flies the breeze."

And should Love's voice ere say to you that she's
The one to which your heart you may rely
Just sing your song to her amidst the trees

To live a life and every whim appease
And in a quiet, happy peace to die
So is the bird that flew upon the breeze
And sung a song, and laughed among the trees.

Could it be?
I don't know...
Really?
Could I...
And...
Nah.
Unless...
Maybe?
I don't think so.
And yet...
That would be kind of funny.

Elation! Oh, my heart is dancing!

Singing!
Laughing!
Can you say Giddy?

Could it be?
Maybe...
Maybe...
Maybe...!
 
no.
 
No, it's not.
It isn't.
Hopes... Knocked down.
Dreams... Only dreams.
Love... Is so fickle.
 
Oh well.

Sometimes you may be in the darkest abyss
But wherever you go, promise me this
That you will not forget my love
That you will lift your head above
The challanges you face each day
The bullets that my come your way
You will be happy despite all dispair
You will remember that I always care
Always be happy and have a good day
Smile because it will brighten your way
I love you.

Written for Jeremiah Pena's song Wonderful


A dream...
But you are there.
You're always there in my dreams.

In a dark forest, late one night
Surrounded by the dark eyes
and the towering trees
Running

Running, running, through the night!
With bare feet and open hearts
Wild grins and laughing eyes!
Should I never need depart
Your side!
Listening to our hearts beat
In tune with the sounds of nature...

Sitting under the shade
Of a great oak tree.
I look at the moon
Reflecting off of your beautiful face.
Our Eyes meet.
What a wonderful feeling.
Being with you.

Sing and Rejoice!
Rejoice and Sing!
Dance in your streets
Your living-rooms and your closets!
For we have great reason to have joy!

Those who have long been dark and dreary
Now are seen with a smile
That cannot leave their faces!
Is this not reason to sing and rejoice?

Sing halleluah, clap your hands!
Sing and rejoice!
Sing with your hearts, your minds and your mouths
At the shining smiles of the worried heart!

The worried heart, the wounded heart,
Loves again, loves again!
The shy heart, the timid heart,
Loves again! Loves again!

One to the other,
The other to the one,
the lock is the key
and the key is the lock.

Rejoice! Rejoice!
Oh my heart is singing!
The joy that fills the shadowed heart
Fills my own heart
And causes it to Sing and Rejoice!

Overcome with Despair
Staring into the distance
As if looking for the light
At the end of a gloomy tunnel.

But I can't see anything
But the darkness ahead.

I look for a light
A warmth
Something!
Something that can tell me
That there is more to life
then anxious agony.

I look.
And I look.
And I find lights.
Lights that brighten the day.
But they are no more then matches.
And soon they are again hidden from view.
And I am left with nothing but an empty tunnel
And the desire to scream my agony to the dark spirits that accompany me.

I've lost it.
Dignity.
I was a soldier.
I was proud.
I was strong.
I would hold my head high no matter the challenge.
But I can't any longer.

Where are the arms I need right now?
Where are the eyes I need to see?
Where is the love I need to feel?
Before despair takes control of me?

But I've already lost.
I screamed into the night.
I cried myself to sleep.
My head isn't held high anymore,
Because it's too busy being dropped in shame.

Depression makes every word
From the people I hurt
Into a sharp piercing night
Thrust into my heart.
And I welcome it.

I hurt them.
Now let my heart bleed.

Somewhere there is a light.
Somewhere there is the love.
Somwhere there are the arms that will hold me
Like a weak child.
That's what I need.
But I don't have it.
I only have agony.
And despair.

The sun comes up.
The light shines down
On these ruins.

This once-proud town.
These once-strong symbols
Now are ruins.

The light shines through
The broken walls
Of these ruins

The walls half stand
Holding on to their strength
Though they are ruins.

The sadness is past.
It's all history
In these ruins.

Testaments to strength
And to defeat of strength.
Ancient Ruins.

Star!
Bright Star! Little Light!
How you shine on me tonight!

A glistening diamond in the sky.

A shining jewel I wish was mine.
A prick of light in blackest sky
With your brothers and sisters shine.

Pure against the darkened sky.
Beauty in a person's eyes.
Sparkle like a priceless gem.
Shine like pure light.

Written to the song "Overtaken" by Jeremiah Pena
http://jeremiahpena.com/site/2010/01/overtaken/

What is this?
What is it's meaning?
This tragedy that fills my soul
The despair that comes over me.
Strength seems to be fleeing
But I need every ounce that I have
I must fight this battle
But only more tragedy lies ahead.
Why does this so overcome me?
Why is the emotion so deep?
Like a hole, never ending
A sad note echoing still.
The anguish! The anguish! It fills me!
Though I ride into battle head high.
The tragedy, tragedy, kills me!
Before the enemy raises his sword!
The sad note, the tragedy, echoes...
That note plays to my dying breath...

I wrote this in English a while back... Yeah, it's to a song, but I don't know what the name of the song is...

Rushing along!
A spring in my step and a dance in my walk.
Though peasent I am, high as a lord I feel!
The countryside seems to sing,
The green grasses raise chorus
To the happy summer sun!
Rushing along
The worn dirt road.
Bowing to every carriage that passes
And laughing to every traveler!
Jump, laugh, dance and sing,
Rush along! Rush along!
A spring in my step, and a dance in my walk.

Joy!
High like a ballon!
A rush like a rollercoaster!
Joy!
Like a sunshining day!
Like a blue sky above me!
Joy!
People ask me why I can always feel
As high as a king,
As high as a king,
Why do I laugh at every thing?
Why do I smile all day?

Why not?

I feel... at peace...
It seems as if all the things that were attacking me, they are gone now.
They melted away. Like snow in the bright, happy sunlight.
Finally.
I knew that they could not last.
But even though they are gone,
The thoughts still make me wince.
But that's normal.
The songs
They no longer make me think
Of what is lost
But rather, the happy memories.
The songs are sweet again.

Umm... huh... well, that kinda failed at being happy. So much for doing a happy improv poem... it's not even that good of a poem... what do I even call it? Let's try this again.

Shock
Unbelief
Questions
How? Why? When? What?
No answers. Just emptiness.
Strength, then breaking,
No tears. Only torture.
War.
War of the heart and of the mind.
Swirling thoughts and emotions.
Memories.
But they are good memories.
And when all else melts away,
There is still that lingering joy
That is the fine accent marks
On this painting of life.

Is it just me, or do all of my poems start out really, really depressing and then have a happy, peaceful ending? It's kinda weird. :P I think I'll try to write a happy one now...

Christmas time is something special
Something that just warms your soul.
Something that fills you with peace
And always surrounds you with joy.
Sounds of Christmas, oh how joyous
Hear them everywhere you go.
Silver bells, their pretty ringing
Christmas songs, their wondrous sounds.
Friends surround you, laughing, smiling
Rejoice in their beaming joy
The feeling you get when giving
Is the brightest in the soul.
May we feel the joy of Christmas
May we laugh and love more now
Sing the praises to the highest
Happy Birthday, to my Lord.

This poem was written during a day when I just couldn't become happy. Everything I tried just wouldn't work. So I tried writing. This is the poem I got. For a small tribute, thanks to Paige, Ty, and Rachel, the three friends that are mentioned in the poem.

Gloom
That's the dark shroud that covers me
The darkness the seems to hang over me
And fill that emptiness in my heart.

I see the worry in a friend's eyes.
She wonders if I'm okay.
I hear the joke in my friend's voice
As he tries to cheer me up.
And I laugh, and smile,
but the gloom returns quickly.

Maybe all I need is a hug
And a friend is right there to give me one.
She makes me feel better
And for a while, I am happy.
But a sarcastic comment drops me again.

But really, what reason do I have
To feel down, to feel sad?
I have friends
And they care about me.
They want my happiness
The same way I want theirs.

Within the dark gloom
There is a pinprick of light.
And while It isn't enough to shake the blackness
It is enough
To make me feel
A little better.

My Master’s Soldier
Jarom Norris

Bang! Crash! Roar!
The Dragon was upon us.
He was at the gate. His fury was a black fire pouring from his mouth, and his army was behind him.
And where was I?
I was standing before the chosen one,
of whom the Master said
“I will send the first.”
He calls out to all of us
“Who will fight on the front lines, and be my soldiers?”
And I cried out “I will!”
Little did I know that my calling as a soldier would go beyond fighting the dragon.

I am one of the Master’s Elite
and I have been saved until the war was hardest.
The adversaries’ arrows and darts are sharper now, and his puppets are everywhere.
But his darts cannot harm me, because I am wearing the armor that the Master made for me, and I will never take it off.
I am a Knight in Shining Armor
And I am a Guardsman.
But what am I guarding?
I am guarding the light that I hold.
The Light I need to cut through the darkness.
I am guarding sacred things
that the enemy tries to squander.
I am guarding my sisters around me,
for while I carry the Master’s sword
they carry His blazing fire.
I am guarding my wounded brethren
who have been hit by burning arrows
and tending to them, so they can fight once more.

But my calling isn’t only to defend,
But to fight back.
I hold the Sword of Faith in my hand,
and it is strong and sharp.
I will fight in memory of
My God, my Religion, and Freedom, and my Peace, my wife, and my children.
I see a spirit of the enemy watching me, he is in my every evil I see, enticing me, trying to draw me into a trap.
Why does he try to pull me down?
Because I cut him down in the Battle of Heaven.
But let him know this: I am not afraid to do it again.

I follow the banner of the chosen one.
His banner is purity, virtue, loyalty, wisdom, faith, love, charity, diligence, knowledge, agency, patience, hope, divine nature, respect, humility, kindness, integrity, balance.
His banner is godliness.

My light can be spread to others.
I can find those who are lost in the darkness because they don’t have the light, or those who are bleeding from fiery darts, and lead them, and heal them.
I will use my fire to forge them their own sword of faith, and then we can be allies in this fight.

I am a warrior, a guardsman, a knight, a teacher, a rescuer, a soldier.
But most of all, I am a servant.
I am here to fight for the Master.
He is the source of my light, the fuel of my fire, and the creator of my armor.
My heart is his.
And one day, I will bow before him, and he will say
“Rise,
You are victorious.”

Thick Night
A poem written to the song Sdrawkcab, by Jeremiah Peña

The bell tolls
The night is upon the town
And few souls still hustle around
Twilight’s magic has faded
But midnights magic has just begun.

What life could exist in the dark?
What light could dwell in the shadows?
The night is a dark and loathsome place
But for some, darkness is peace.

The swirling mists of dark
So deep, so knowing
Dark is deep inside
Hidden from the light, the shadows grow.

New opportunities swirl with the curtains of shadow
New power lies within the thick blackness
New strength in the invisible darkness.

Stars gleam
Such a glorious and beautiful sight they are!
So majestic, so full of energy and power
Sparkling in the sky like the treasures of a goddess.

The bell tolls.
Twilight’s magic has faded.
But midnight’s has just begun.

Glorious Sunrise

Sunrise
The warm rays of the sun stretch across the land
And light upon every
Field
Hut
Home
Manor
And Castle

Glorious light
Accents the tall, majestic spires
And the tiny, delicate blades
Of the grasses

Warm Light
Seeps through the cold darkness
Cuts through the thick shadow
Like a powerful sword
And warms the heart with it’s touch

Strong light
Brings new light into the land
The love of a new day into the air
And reawakens strength.

Bright Light
Warm Light
Life Light
Glorious Light

(The title doesn't seem to fit that will for some reason. Any help on that?)

Still Water swirls around me
Everywhere, and yet not felt
Nothing but another domain
Another Element
It isn't a foreign thing
Just thick air
But it makes me stronger
I can jump higher
And dance all the more spectacular.
The water is like an extent of me
Because I offered it my body
And when it took it,
I captured it with my soul