Here's some old poems that I've written in the past, most of them for school assignments.  Nyeh, why not?  I could probably get into poetry with some practice, but I think it takes more thought and time to write a poem than it takes to write a whole essay.  I do like to read poetry, though.  Longfellow is one of my favorites.

A Passionate Savior to His Love (a short parody of A Passionate Shepherd to His Love)

Come unto Me, My precious child,
And allow thy heart its depths beguiled,
For I am waiting for thee here
To free thee from thy doubt and fear.

I see thy hurt, I see thy pain,
Thy thoughts are without hope again. 
The winds of trial pass thee round,
But in My river, peace is found.

My love is endless, like the sands,
Just seek my face and not my hands.
For I am waiting for thee here
To cleanse they heart and dry thy tears.

Summer Dream

I once dreamed of a beautiful day

When every songbird seemed to say 

     Come sing with us!

     Come sing with us!

Come serenade the sky!

And so I joined their pleasant song

With a soft and harmonious cry.

I once dreamed of a beautiful day

When every flower seemed to say

     Come grow with us!

     Come grow with us!

Come drink the morning dew!

And so I knelt to taste the rain

Where the tranquil old willow tree grew.

I once dreamed of a beautiful day

When every creature seemed to say

     Come run with us!

     Come fly with us!

Come breathe the evening air!

And so I felt the twilight breeze

As it rippled my sun-tinged hair.

As the sun set on my beautiful day

Every firefly seemed to say

     Come dance with us!

     Come dance with us!

Come dance within our light!

And so I danced beneath the stars 

On this clear and serene summer night.

The Twerp (a parody of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales)

There was a Twerp called Amber by name

Upon a black horse with a glistening mane.

With sketchbook in hand and a pen at her side,

She drew all she perceived where her steed did ride.

Around her neck, a silver cross she wore

As she blazed her way toward that Distant Shore.

Her hair was pulled back in a neat little braid

And she sipped Vanilla Coke in a cup she had made.

Merrily her horse cantered as she sang a sweet song,

While dozens of her canines did trail along.

She would sometimes lapse into la-la land...

She'd drift in and then back out again.

But no matter the day's worries, she was at peace

For her paddleball talents were her expertise.

Wherever she flew, heard the buzz of kazoo

As she rode 'cross the hills to yon Waterloo.

Where the Wild Things Play (not a reference to the children's book.)

Give me a minute, give me a day
To roam through the woods 
Where the wild things play.
To leap through a meadow 
With the white-tail deer,
And whisper a secret
In a red fox's ear.
To ride a wild horse 
On the wings of the wind, 
And race through the clouds
With the great peregrine.
To visit the tree
Of a curious raccoon,
And sing with the wolves
Beneath a full moon.
Oh, give me a minute, give me a day
To roam through the woods
Where the wild things play.

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