poetry

seasons life sadness aside

i haven't put up any new poems for a while and i was in a really good mood the other day. So, during art, when i was supposed to be drawing, i wrote this poem. i don't really know where it came from but i've been reading a lot of Christian books lately so that may have made it this way.

__Truly touched__ Beautiful eyes, Under gray skies, A rush of joy, Though sorounded by boys, Filling with hope, Jesus will cope, With prayers uneeded, With warnings unheeded, Leading me home, No more to roam, Praising God, Led by his staff and rod, Filling my spirit, Though no one will hear it, I'm happy, I'm glad, Though this joy seems mad, I want to rejoice, And raise my voice, To the heavens.

__Seamoon__ by nate Glowing idly, Sitting still. Does the moon on a winter chill.

Staring at you, a golden eye. that watches you move as you pass by.

And in the summer on a lofty night; when everything is just right, The moon will shine and the sea will do also.