My Poetry

I Never Meant to Disappoint my Parents
I would write a thousand words
To excuse what all I've done to you.
I would buy a thousand presents
If it would erase this day to makke a new.

I would hurt forever more
If it would take away your pain.
I would cry a thousand tears
If it would calm your constant praying.

I've written at least a thousand words
and still I'm unexcused.
I could never afford those thousand presents
so I'm sorry this day has been abused.

It hurts too much, to hurt forever.
I know your pain just keeps on prying.
Upon your praying, I've shed a thousand tears,
But I want you to know I love you, and I'm trying.

Mrs. Soderquist
I�ll keep you in my memory
For all my years to come
The only teacher to make me believe
I�m really not that dumb

The only teacher to make me laugh
every single day
The only teacher to let me have
fun along the way

Educational and humorous
I�ll never forget you and your class
But I still sit here in hopefulness
That your class I�ll actually pass!

To My Friend: C.J.
I just want to thank you
For all you�ve given me
Without you realizing what you do
Your spirit has set me free

Often I get caught up in
Things and people that are no good
But if you could end all my sin
I�m positive you would.

Your impact in my life is great
And I want you to be aware
Out of every emotion I could create
I want you to know I care.

Blake
I see,
Sitting high on the tree,
My old friend Blake.
Just seeing him brings back
A year�s past memory.

The laughs shared with old friends,
Whom now I�ve drifted away from.
Conversations I�ve shared with my father.
Inside Jokes that nobody else understands.

Just a delightful little squirrel
Sitting in a tree.
But sitting along with him,
Is a branch of my memory.

Aunt Lisa
I wake up every morning,
Knowing that you care.
Knowing that if I need you,
You will always be there.

Your words create a blanket,
that wrap around me, keep me warm.
It's nice to know that when we talk,
We both get a turn.

When I need someone to listen,
When I need my voice to be heard.
When I need to know that someone cares,
God-mother is the word.

When I think of love and kindness,
When I think of honor and pride,
I think of you Aunt Lisa.
YOU pop into my mind.

I'd like to wish you a happy birthday,
One that can't be traded.
And when the day is done and gone
Remember, you're the greatest!


My Song: You Bring My World Alive

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All poetry © of Jenna Wisniewski

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