My Place - 09.14.09

Silently watching, contemplating, understanding,
My place.
Laughing loudly, talking, smiling,
Their space.
Different kinds of people filling the land,
Some take their seats while some take a stand.
I listen, I worry, the world on my shoulders,
A heavy tongue and deep mind carrying these boulders.
They are social, excited, talking as fast as their minds,
This role is not mine, I don't enjoy being this kind.
Silently watching, contemplating, understanding,
My place.
Laughing loudly, talking smiling,
Their space.
This is my place, a calm, interested spectator.

~

 
Happily grinning, giggling, willing,
My place.
Tickling quickly, chasing, sharing,
Their place.
Similar people all over the land,
Groups of the exciting and groups of the bland.
I smile, I enjoy, "the world is my stage",
Excited to be around happiness, shrinking from rage.
They are open, happy, enjoying their lives in whole,
This role is what I seek, to escape a life so dull.
Happily grinning, giggling, willing,
My place,
Tickling quickly, chasing, sharing,
Their place.
This is my place, an endearing, thrilled, friend.

~

So who am I? This or that? Which is my place?
Complicated but true, both are the race,
This is my place.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Take It - 09.06.09

Let's get the picture straight, let me paint it for you,
The reason behind my anger, comes from a time long past due.
The things that happened a few months past,
I didn't see it before,
That it still weighs on my shoulders, still knocks on my door.
Exactly what I did, I will not say,
But I suddenly became ugly, my face painted gray.
Mistake after mistake, I walked a dangerous path,
My thoughts became dark, my heart full of wrath.
As I finally found the light at the end of my darkest hall,
Upon my Heavenly Father, my heart began to call.
He filled me with his warmth, forgiveness shining true,
A part of me rejoiced, while a part was left in blue.
I did not deserve it, His love, His warmth, His pain,
He should have left me in the dust, left me in the rain.
And yet His forgiveness he did give me, though I do not forgive myself,
Satan's dark words crept inside my heart, using slyness and stealth.
The Lord's hand reaches out to me, wanting to help me make it,
Now the easiest and hardest choice I must make,
To lift my own,
And take it.

 - Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Who Are You? - 08.19.09

I write this poem, I write it brand new,

I'm writing this poem all for you.

Sixteen and confused, full of wonder am I,

Wishing to know who you are, I heave a great sigh.

Will you have blue eyes or brown?

Red, blond, or brunette atop your crown?

Speaking with a whisper as calm as the nights sky,

Or are you rather a loud and spontaneous guy?

I will love you forever, will you love me too?

Be loyal, kind, sweet, and true?

When I'm sad and upset, will you hold me when I cry?

Will you take care of our family, help us get by?

Do I already know you and all that you do?

I have just one more question... who are you?

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Without a Him - 07.27.09

Never knew I could survive without a him.

Its been so complicated and so dim,

A constant flow clouding my mind,

My emotions on edge ready to grind.

Finally the chain broke, thought I would fall,

Try to get up and hit a brick wall.

But a new dawn awoke bringing new light,

A chance to heal and to do what is right.

Don't need a him, not any time soon,

Rather hang with the guys, stare at the moon.

No more confusion or time in the dim.

Never knew I could survive without a him.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

The Clock - 07.24.09

I sit there and watch the grandfather clock tick for awhile.

Now and again I hear its soft chime and it makes me smile.

The hands go round, time moving me forward and on,

A month has passed by and it's the break of dawn.

The pendulum swings; it never misses a beat,

I wish it could tick on forever, it would be so sweet.

But sadly the weights on the gears come to a halt.

Terrified I stand up, listen to its silence, and think it's my fault.

I have a choice now to make, missing the pendulum's swing,

Two possible options, as I sit missing its ring.

I could find a new clock just right around the bend,

Or I could work my hardest to wind this one up, and set it ticking again.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Lightening Storm - 05.14.09

Frightening to some, amazing to me,
Watching from my window, I'd love to be.
After each strike it isn't long,
Before you hear the thunder's loud gong.
A terrifying beauty lighting the sky.
Striking both hope and fear with a clap so high.
This complicated sight leaving so many torn,
Two words to describe it... lightening storm

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

She. Her. Me. - 05.13.09

Keeping an eye out for her friends, doing her best,

Impossible to hate, and easily impressed.

Moving forward even when she's knocked down,

Being who she is with blue eyes instead of brown.

Everyday a new day to try a little harder,

Realizing her dreams and getting smarter.

Loyal to her faith, family, and friends,

Years of improving, seeing a world without ends.

Helping others, wherever and whenever she can,

Using the help of others to get back up and stand.

Running a race with only herself to conquer.

She strives to accomplish her goals and to be better,

Trying to make a difference in this world of trend-setters.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Found Poem - 05.12.09

Some say the world will end in fire,

I knew that essentially nothing had changed.

She was a stranger in this world, just like him.

He would not cry in front of them again.

But until then, you never saw me.

I concentrated on being invisible...

It was a heroic shot.

The forest vibrated with the ripeness of its colors,

It was a long, quiet walk.

The night was not dark enough...

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Hope - 05.11.09

Pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Feels like your heart has died,

Can't fix it no matter if you tried.

Every time back up you get,

Just to find you've lost the bet.

Once again hit and maimed,

By that pouring rain,

Burning pain.

No room left to grow,

But little did you know,

Soon will be gone that pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Times will be hard for a few longer,

But all of this will make you stronger.

You'll come out on top,

No longer held down by the chain,

Pouring rain,

Burning pain.

Life will be better soon enough,

Just hold on tight, it will be tough.

The burning fire quenched by the rain,

No more hurt and no more pain.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

Defying The Storms - 03.25.09

A little green forest begins to grow.

It isn't long before it begins to know,

the batter of storms and the fears of the snow.

Growing is difficult with so much to bare.

Feeling each of its branches begin to tear.

Losing all hope and falling into despair.

The once happy forest becomes depressed and sad,

as even the thought of a storm makes it mad.

Its anger is strong but doesn't know that its bad.

Denser the forest grows in each coming spring,

seeking protection from that evil storm being.

Sends the birds away, no longer singing.

Fortifying its trunks, pushing everything out,

no animals can live where it is dense and stout.

But finally it sees it is lonely without.

The storms battering on, seems impossible to rid,

all of the protection it built up and it did.

It could no longer react to or do as the storm bid.

As time passes, and as the forest lives on,

it is no longer dense and is now filled with song.

The storms still continue, never quite gone.

The anger is gone, and the forest still strong,

seeing and knowing that the anger was wrong.

The animals returned, the forest happily among.

Though the will may falter as the storms come,

stay strong but remember to never succumb,

to anger, another negative step on the ladder rung.

- Kimberly H. G. (16 years old)

I'm Grateful... - 11.30.08

I’m grateful for the morning light brightening each morning,
I’m grateful for the happy rays that pull me out of mourning.
I’m grateful for the clouds up high promising the coming snow,
I’m grateful for it’s soft beauty as it falls way down below.
I’m grateful for the grass beneath me softening my fall,
I’m grateful for the little things that don’t make me feel so small.
I’m grateful for the wonders of life bringing change and new beginnings,
I’m grateful for the peace and warmth that come along with new endings.
I’m grateful for mother’s arms holding me when I am sad,
I’m grateful for father’s embrace protecting me from all that is bad.
I’m grateful for my many blessings written by the Patriarch’s pen,
I’m grateful for the promise of tomorrows all about the "if" and "then".
I’m grateful for forgiveness promised to those who don’t always succeed,
I’m grateful for a broken heart and contrite spirit always healing the need.
I’m grateful for what is to come next of only pure joy and love,
I’m grateful for the warm embrace awaiting me above.

- Kimberly H. G. (15 years old)

Sonnet 1 - 11.17.08

The flames burning inferno of fear,

The people's horror, an evil king crowned.

Small boy caught cries out, no one hears a sound

Fate killing nature, a silent felled tear,

The branding of a horse, how it does sear.

A hunting wolf, for life the deer doth bound,

Trees crumble; their branches fall to the ground.

An unquenchable pow'r striking hearts dear.

The clouds rolling, sign of coming rain,

A dying plant if nourished, grows again

Unfrozen river happily doth run

Waiting hospital patient declared sane,

Where happily ever after began,

Shining beacon of hope, the rising sun.

- Kimberly H. G. (15 years old)

Lirons of Liloram - 10.09.08

 “How shall we begin?” The god asked himself and then he chuckled, for it was a rather funny statement. This was because he had in a sense, just finished. The God of Elements, Oram, had just spent the last 50,000 years piecing together a small rock like a jigsaw puzzle to be his very own world and home. The work was exhausting but Oram was a persevering god and would not be discouraged.

“I think I will begin with what I understand the best, elements of fire, wind, water and earth. I will start with a city of fire.” And he did. He started with a rocky and rugged terrain, then added dust and mist to the skies with a smoldering dry heat clinging to the air. Out of the ground grew tall mountains full of liquid lava that sometimes shot up in the air as geysers. One of these volcanic mountains was particularly larger than the others. Oram took this hollowed hill and removed all of the molten lava from it. Then he began to carve out passage ways and chambers within the mountain, humming to himself as he did so. The city took many, many years of hard work to build, but the end result was pleasing to Oram “This shall be their city, and it will be called Amoryp. I will now start on my city of water, just to the east of Amoryp.”

The War of Good and Evil - 02.14.07

In the forest, all was quiet, calm,

Wonderfully peaceful, warm and strong,

But then the hot flames of death arose.

Alarming, tempting, it took its pose.

The forest flamed, inferno of fear.

It burned and sizzled, enough to sear.

Forest burning, animals running,

All in all, the sight was quite stunning.

But then the great clouds of hope arrived.

Pearly, magnificent, they did thrive.

The rain fell like small droplets of light.

The flames ran and the rainbow took flight.

- Kimberly H. G. (13 years old)