Mortal Angels

Angels
Mortal angels
Take away the pretty wings
Yet angels still

Different names come out each day
For angels
Heroes
Saviors

Gifted with unearthly power
Angels
No they don't fly
Yet their faith brings power

Angels
Mortal angels
Cleaning out our hearts
Taping us together
In our hearts and out
Mortal angels with immortal power

Angels
Simply angels
Gifted with love
Expanded by faith
Blessed with trust
Created by God
Working their hands
Moulding our souls
Lighting up the night.

Angels
Are we angels?
Can I be an angel?
I have no wings
No superpower
Can I be an angel?
Yes, I think I can.

He Is There

He is there through all our life
He knows all our toil and strife
He bore pain beyond compare
Our burdens his to truly bear

Suffering he felt it too
All our pain he knew was true
He has borne our every pain
All of that was for our gain

Superman

No faster than the speed of light
Ordinary man you say
Yet he's more than just a man
A Superman in his own way

You could meet him on the street
Never knowing what he's done
You don't know what lives he's saved
Never know how far he'd run

Yet he's there no matter what
Caring for those loved and friend
Healing with his super power
Many lives he's helped to mend

He is super, strong and kind
Caring through a simple smile
Listening to hurts and wrongs
Being silly all the while

And for the ones you meet in life
Treat them kind, for they could be
Superman while in disguise
I know he's there, since he helped me

Background Story:
One of my very best friends calls himself Superman. I used to think of it as a joke, but now I understand it better. He's one of the very best people to go to for advice, and I feel the best after I get help from him. He's helped me so many times in my life. I was thinking about this today, and I just had to write about it...so I did.

Individual Worth

I can do it all, I can achive
No matter what life throws at me
Hope thriving through dark society
Worldliness changes what we believe

Even so, I'll try very hard
To remember my values and my worth
Worth I've held ever since my birth
It shows how society's marred

People just don't seem to remember
The worth of a virtuous woman
Beloved, inside so fun
More precious than rubies in December

Each of us are individual
Don't hide behind a mask
Be glad, be ready to ask
Then your heart will surely be full

Background Story:
I was sitting in a lesson about remembering individual worth, especially in society, and remembering the importance of who we are even though the world expects us to strive to be ever skinnier, always "prettier", instead of just being ourselves. This inspired me to write this poem about being individual, virtuous, and knowing our worth.

Our Garden

Today we got together
Singing as we went
We visited Our Garden
To see how it has been

We hadn't visited Our Garden
For awhile it seems to me
And this we know is true
It has grown in many ways

The trellises and the roses
Blooming with perfect light
Their beauty unmatched
By anything on Earth

So we walked through our garden
Hand in hand and two by two
Boys and girls matched together
It's almost like the garden knew

Beauty all around us
And he said, "So are you-
You're as pretty as Our Garden
When it is in full bloom"

The perfect roses blooming
Elegant, soft as can be
They grow and bloom together
In perfect harmony

I blushed and smiled, my cheeks all red
Just like that blooming rose
He pulled me close into his arms,
said, "My dear I love you so."

He kissed my forehead, my blushes grew
Just as we came in sight
Of all the other couples there
Framed in shining light

The trellises tall had hid us
From the other's view
But now they too could see us
Now they like the butterflies knew

That love was found, that love was there
Unexpected as it may be
The butterflies had been flying around
It was all theirs to have first seen

I loved that day while in Our Garden
Where love was found, now known
That garden sweet now has a rose
Solitary, on it's own

This rose resides, happily within
A simple patch of dasies
It stands alone, planted there
At the end of all the mazes

This solitary rose, it stand
Proudly on it's own
Reminding all who meet it's gaze
That beauty stands alone

Every year this rose will bloom
Brightest one around
For this rose grows great and tall
Just like the love I've found

So thank you dear old garden
Thank you for knowing who
The who, the where, the when and why
It's almost as if you knew

For in the shadow of your trellis
True love you found for me
With a little help and direction
We were guided into thee

Background Story:
One of my first supporters when I started really writing poetry was my friend Emily. She read everything I wrote, as soon as she had time to read it. She judged everything I wrote and showed her, and told me exactly what she thought. It was exactly what I needed. At this time, I had been writing a lot of sappy, and rather awful poetry. You know, the stuff you hear about when someone talks about a person who thinks they are in love. The best friend always has to deal with the lovestruck fool and his or her awful poetry. Yeah, that was me. The lovestruck fool. So, Emily told me to stop it with the romancy, lovey-dovey stuff. I tried, really I did. But this is what I got. Still lovey-dovey, yet conveying a message. I'm glad I got to that point at least.

Senior Year

Day to day of senior year
Time to live without a fear
Stress and worry not allowed
We're the seniors-we are proud

Best examples, top of the chain
Almost done with all the strain
Homework, drama, almost done
On and on to something fun

On to dreams, discovery
Newer friends, and more to see
Independence, coming soon
Shining bright just like the moon

Glowing sphere of every night
Soon we'll all at once take flight
Yet there is so much to learn
Growing minds and hearts will burn

Yet until the end is near
Of our wild high school career
We must focus on all today
Learn and listen, hope and pray

So much new and so much old
All combined will soon unfold
Greater knowledge, happiness
As we learn, our lives will bless.

Background Story:
As a Senior in High School, I am terrified. I have no idea where I am going, what I am doing, or anything. Life is just plain scary. Yet as a senior in High School, I'm also supposed to be a lot of things. I'm supposed to be mature, an example. I don't have a clue what I'm supposed to be sometimes. I poured out all my uncertainties about being a senior into this poem. I'm clueless, unfortunately.