| Sample "I Am" Poems (for your Inspiration) |
| I Am ~ 4/10/99 by Dana I am waiting in silence while breathing in hope. I wonder why God thinks I can handle so much. I hear echoes of my past... and they're fading. I see God's hand in every shadow I've walked in. I want to use my shadows to show off His light. I am waiting in silence while breathing in hope. I pretend I'm so tough because it hurts to not be. I feel now ~ I'm feeling ~ I have emotions inside me. I touch peoples' hearts when I least expect to. I worry less and less often these days. I cry because I can ~ and I do not deny it. I am waiting in silence while breathing in hope. I understand God so minutely ~ and that is okay. I say, "Carpe diem! Sieze the day!" I dream of finding someone who will let me love him. I hope I never stop growing inside. I am waiting in silence while breathing in hope. |
| I Am ~ 1989 by Stacia R. Stenholtz I am God's created, His child. I wonder why everything is as it is. I hear God in the mighty rushing wind. I see injustice on every side. I want to do right things, things right, in a world gone wrong. I am God's created, His child. I pretend now that I am immortal; someday I shall be! I feel God's presence with me now. I touch the heart of God in prayer. I worry about what my children and my children's children may have to endure. I cry and God Himself wipes away my tears. I am God's created, His child. I understand that I will never pass this way again. I say who am I, that He should care? I dream of doing something worthwhile for the world to remember me by. I try to please God and in so doing to please man. I hope to leave a heritage filled with godly examples. I am God's created, His child. |
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| All poetry copyrighted (c) 2001 by Dana B. Stenholtz unless otherwise noted. |
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| I Am ~ 11/20/01 by Suze Wall You can check out her web site by clicking HERE. I am Suze. I wonder if there's a cool place in my neighborhood to hang out at when it's 1 AM. I could go for some coffee and maybe a scone. I hear white noise coming from the air purifier under my desk. It blocks out everything else. Tonight I can't even eavesdrop on the downstairs neighbors. I see that I have about nine books stacked on the windowsill, just waiting to be read. I want that scone. I could go to Lund's. Oh, wait, I don't have any cash. I am still thinking about "Mamma Mia," the musical I saw last night. It was hilarious. I pretend I'm the only one living in this apartment. It's easy when my roommates go to bed early. I feel like going for a walk. I could write a check for that scone at Lund's. I touch my eyebrows. Tomorrow I'm going to Nad's them off because I'm sick of plucking them with tweezers. I worry that this winter is going to be rough like last year's when they took away half the parking in Uptown. I cry when I think too much about my nanny job and how I don't have it anymore and I really miss those kids. I am going to get the job back when that bill goes through and the immigration regulations with Mexico can change and Michael can go back to being an attorney and they can afford a nanny again. I understand nothing about immigration laws. Or defense attorneys. I say we let them all in to the US. If they get arrested on drug charges, Michael will defend them all. A man's gotta make a living somehow. I dream. No, that's a lie. At least I don't remember what I dream. I try to think of what there is to eat in the fridge. It's been about 7 or 8 hours since my lunch/dinner of a latte and some fried rice. Did I eat that vegan wrap sandwich yet? I hope not. No, I'm sure I didn't. Otherwise there's bread and peanut butter. I am going to get indigestion for eating this late, but I'm just so hungry. |