~Authors Corner~
I wanna know
What would ya do
If all you had
Was one more day to live
Would ya sit there
On your bed
Feelin sorry for your self
Or would you call up
All your friends, and family
And would you tell them
That you're thankful
That you had them
And that you love them terribly
I wanna know
What would ya do
If all you had
Was one mre day to live
Would you give up
All your things
To charity
Would you tell
All that would listen
About your savior
That he died for all of them
I wanna know
what would ya do?
-Jessica 14
This poem is dedicated to my best friend Emily.
My Best Friend
My best friend is one,
Who is never afraid,
To chase the sun.
My best friend is she,
Who loves and cares,
And understands me.
My best friend, it's her,
When i'm sick,
She's the best kinda cure.
My best friend is who,
Would always be there for You.
My best friend is she,
My best friend is emily.
-Jessica 16
What happens to a bad poem?
Does it crack--
Like mud on a hot day?
Or stall like a car--
Then die?
Does it stink like moldy garbage?
Or reek--
Like crusty gym socks?
Matbe it doesn't make sense--
Like algebra to a first grader.
Or does it just disappear?
-Jessica 14
Feelings
What do you do?
When you're alone,
When you're hurt,
When you're sad.
Who do you run to?
When you hold that knife,
You're about to press,
Who's there to help?
Who can you turn to?
God is there.
He'll be there when,
You're feeling alone.
He'll be a comfort,
When you're feeling
Hurt and sad.
Turn to Jesus.
He wants to take
Away your tears.
Put down that knife,
And turn to him.
-Jessica 16
Life,
As the vine brings,
Life to the seed,
So Christ brings life to me.
Death,
Without the vine,
The seed cannot live,
So without Christ,
We cannot live.
Life and Death,
A serious matter.
What do you choose?
What do I choose?
I choose life.
-Jessica 16
We is one,
And three is we,
Me,
You,
We,
That's three!
I is one,
And I is three,
Me,
Myself,
I,
That's three!
You is one,
And you is three,
You,
Yourself,
Y Tu,
That's three!
-Jessica 16
Poetry is,
The key to my heart.
The magnifying glass,
It shows all my feelings.
If you wish to know,
Why i feel the way I do,
You simly have to read,
My poetry.
My poetry is,
The key to my heart,
The magnifying glass,
It shows all of my feelings.
-Jessica 16
