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4.4k · Jun 2015
Emotional abuse
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
Never feel sorry for what you feel.
Always keep your feelings real.
Never apologize for others mistakes.
Learn to **** out all the fakes.
If you get hit by someone its not your fault.
Some relationships need to halt.
Bruises heal and the mind takes time.
I'm trying to guide those here by rhyme.
Don't get hooked on anyone's charm.
It may not last and can do harm.
When someone yells, bullies and calls
you names.
That is wrong, don't be ashamed.
If some never apologize and the lack empathy to you refuse.
They play head games and this is called emotional abuse.
So do not feel sorry or let your self become depressed.
Go put on a smile and go get dressed.
You deserve to be happy and never this way.
For those who suffer this fate....please get away.
I am not saying leave everyone that do these things read up above.
Some make mistakes and still genuinely do love.
Some are only going to bring you down,
Instead of happy times, mostly frowns.
When they hurt you and tell you to many  lies.
Maybe time to say goodbye.
2.5k · Jun 2015
Honesty
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
Honesty is being real and not being fake.
Its about being open with yourself,
and more than give and take.
Honesty is not telling all your secrets
to everyone on the street.
Its about sharing truth to what is asked
and is a great and honorable feat.
Honesty is being loyal when you say you will fulfill.
Honesty is keeping promises and not blabbing
them at your will.  
Honesty feels love and shares so openly.
Honest people learn to cherish and feel
so much empathy.
2.4k · Oct 2017
Lend a helping hand
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
When will we learn that
we cannot hide.
From fears and doubt,
time to cast away our pride.

No time for foolish thoughts,
or for regrets.
Let's try to forgive, and in love,
let's place our bets.

The time is ticking
on the clock.
No time to waste, or in
each other mock.

Cheating lying, gossip...
"oh this has to stop!
Does it really matter,
who is on top?

There is room for all of us
to play.
In this world, as we go to work,
and teach the kids to pray.

No time for bullying
or calling names.
No need to ridicule,
as some people like to blame.

Let's pull together to take
a stand.
To help each other and
lend a helping hand.
2.0k · Aug 2014
Insensative
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
How come when people cry,
others that see them just keep walking by?
Where is heart and where is soul?
Is it a lost art and no more a goal?
Some may have hidden their pain inside,
with bitter, angry foolish pride.
Maybe they are fatherless or grew up poor,
maybe they are ill, resentful and sore.
Why do some hit, hurt and lie?
Why do some not even care to question why?
Scars and bruises wither away,
to see the light of a new day.
Why do some not care in an age so informative?
Maybe some are just too insensitive.
1.9k · Oct 2017
The Tides are turnin'
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
Chorus: The tides are turnin
and keep me on the rise.
Like the ocean waves,
splashin' - I won't compromise.
I was ten feet under, now
I'm holding on.
the tides are turnin'
I can feel this battle won.

Verse 1: The sea of broken hearts,
can't keep me down for long.
My pen in hand as I sit by
the ocean dock and write my song.
This tides turnin for the better,
I can hear the sound.
I can feel the melody,
that's turning things around.

Chorus: The tides are turnin
and keep me on the rise.
Like the ocean waves,
spalshin'  I won't compromise.
I was ten feet under, now
I'm holding on.
The tides are turnin'
I can feel this battle won.

Verse 2:  As the sun shines on
the water, and ripples to the shore.
I look out to the surfers, trying to
catch a wave once more.
The tides keep dancing,
like a rhythm trance.
the tides are turnin' I hear it
saying "take a chance."
turnin, swaying,
"come on, let's go!"  

Chorus:  The tides are turnin'
and keep me on the rise,
like the ocean waves,
splashin' I won't compromise.
I was ten feet under, now
I'm holding on.
The tides are turnin'
I can feel this battle won.

Verse 3:  Don't stop, don't give up.
I will soar like the eagles looking down.
I will bury that old doubt,
and let it drown.
The tides are turnin'
as the dolphins swim, I can feel
the passion burnin'
No- I won't compromise, I won't disguise.
I'm here now, standing tall upon
the shore, I rise.  

Chorus:  The tides are turnin'
and keep me on the rise.
like the ocean waves,
splashin' I won't compromise.
I was ten feet under, now
I'm holding on.
The tides are turnin'
I can feel this battle won.
Song lyrics
1.4k · Aug 2014
A Ship through the Storm
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Ships like phantoms
lost at sea.
Waves are crashing,
tumbling free.
Lightning striking, dazzling,
bolting.
Thunder rumbling, growling,
jolting.
The clouds slowly drift away
at ease.
A rainbow appears with a
feeling of peace.
The ship was rocking, now
sways gently close to shore.
The lighthouse beams its light
once more.
1.3k · Aug 2014
Under the Moonlit Sky
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Moonlight serenades the dimly night lit sky
with a shade of deep, dark blue.
It reflects a sparkle on the lake at night
with a dazzling, misty hue.

  The scent of pine so rich and
captivating me the most.
The beauty in the nature
with the moonlight playing
heavenly host.

  Sitting by the campfire listening to
the crackling sound.
The flames dance under the moonlight as I sit
on the earthen ground.

  The stars are twinkling, shining so
brightly under the sky at night,
with the beauty of the moon
so bright.

  Looking up at the sky and all the
beauty so far up above.
I am at peace to feel God's
never ending love.

  So as I sit here in awe at His creation
and never question why.
I know I am a child of God,
under the moonlit sky.
1.2k · Nov 2014
Along thine winter's path
Sherri Harder Nov 2014
Once upon a time in the land of snow,
where snow-drifts hang like cliffs and icicles do grow.
Along thine winter's path, like a child out to play.
The air so fresh, and sunlight sparkles; what a lovely day.
Along thine winter's path, the trees majestic in blankets of white.
The stars shine through like magic ***** of light.
Along thine winter's path so crisp and serene.
Along thine winter's path, a winter-wonderland scene.
Along thine winter's path, memories so clear.
Along thine winter's path, no shadows and no fear.
To see children sledding down a hill playing so care free.
Along thine winter's path with snow light sparking, I long to see.
Along thine winter's path, with mittens, gloves, and scarves,
lending a helping hand.
Along thine winter's path I write, this winter poem now
hath come to say...The End.
1.2k · Sep 2014
Thanksgiving
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Thanksgiving is a time we are thankful
for what we've got.
For the food on the table and what
harvest hath brought.
Thanksgiving to some is  a cold,
autumn day.
Yet to be thankful quietly they
say.
Thanksgiving is remembered usually
with gourds, leaves, and turkey dinners.
Praising God even as sinners.
The wine is poured and some drink up.
Just remember who fills your cup.
Thanksgiving is time to be happy
and a time to celebrate.
Memories of mother saying.." come for dinner-
don't be late."
The table set and people feast and dine.
As one says.." pour me another glass of wine."
"Cheers to all and another year of shelter, clothes,
and food to eat."  Yells one.  
Harvest time hath been good, but still isn't
quite done.
Thanksgiving is more than that to me.
I'm thankful for God's blessings everyday-
I see.
Its more than food and a pumpkin pie,
latte, or cake.
Its about the love that Jesus brings for
what is real and not fake.
He died and rose again for our sins,
and another year is almost through.
Thanksgiving is a way of reflecting the past
and be thankful for what's new.
I took a walk one thanksgiving afternoon and
saw a poor man begging for at least a dime.
His clothes were worn out, and I gave him
a dollar and a rhyme.
He smiled at me and said..."Bless your soul,
I wish more cared like you." he cries.
As I walk away I notice a teardrop in his
eyes.
Thanksgiving is a time when we should be more
than thankful than one day, but to have a loving heart.
Be thankful for what each day brings and not just one day
in the year that taketh part.

Sherri Harder
1.1k · Oct 2014
Chasing Butterflies
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Chasing butterflies around and around.
Chasing butterflies that don't hit the ground.
Chasing butterflies into the light.
Chasing butterflies  while they are in flight.
Chasing butterflies I do no more or see,
since that I got stung by a bee.
1.0k · Jun 2015
This too shall pass
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
One more poem, another rhyme.
One more moment out of time.
Memories clear yet some behind.
A part of me needs to unwind.
Sailing, drifting out somewhere.
To escape some nightmare.
To control the dreams I think.
Finding solstice on the brink.
Day time, night time comes again.
Ignore the bad times and the pain.
So when the monsters draw so near.
I feel the angels closer here.
Praying, fighting, amongst the wicked mass.
Knowing, feeling, 'This too shall pass.'
993 · Aug 2014
Summer Night Breeze
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Walking down the road at night with the
lights dancing through the breeze.
Trees swaying, casting shadows
like a flirtatious whisper or a tease.
Summer perfumed scent so
captivating.
Chills go through me, so
invigorating.
Oh summer night is here.
982 · Oct 2014
Symphony in the sky
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Looking up at the sky so beautiful tonight.
Feeling so much love in this time and space
so right.
The symphony plays of harmonious chords,
while writing my thoughts with poetical words.
Seeing the stars twinkle like diamonds of
jewellery.
Sparkling, magical, feeling happy.
Wish this feeling would stay and never end.
As the sky drapes its paintings of orchestras,
beauty, to lend.
924 · Oct 2014
Strength
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Strength is getting back up
when life knocks you down.
learning to cope when all you have
is a frown.
Strength is learning to fly in the dark
when there is no flame.
When all else fails, but someone
whispers your name.
Strength is not being scared
when things get tough.
Its learning to cry, hurt, and still
find the humour when people
are rough.
Strength isn't giving up hope and
always saying goodbye like a passing
lesson or two.
Strength is sticking through, and standing
by with possibilities too.
Nothing is easy and some run away
with fear.
Strength is standing your ground
and saying despite differences,
you'll always be there.
Strength is not always how much muscle
you have or how much you train.
It is having courage to be strong
even through pain.
858 · Sep 2014
Tik-tok-make a move
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Tik-tok
make a move
don't drop.
Fast track
click clack
run the race
wuz up
holler back

Don't cry
say goodbye
life is short
to retort.
No demands
or make commands
just live
and forgive.
Love, play,
worship, pray

eat, sleep,
drop a beat
write, read,
no greed
fight fare,
time to share.
Learn grow,
centre stage,
front row.
No regrets -
stop the show.

No pain
time to heal
soft touch
time to feel.
open eyes
to the soul
some things
gotta go
Just dance again
in the rain
and feel the rhythm

So tik-tok
don't stop
make a move
don't drop
I wrote this with as a potential song lyrics. Preferably something catchy and up-beat.  I do not write music or notes, however.  The first verse could be the chorus.
816 · Sep 2014
Life is like a carnival
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Life is like a carnival
no one is close to me
I am, I dance, I hit the ground,
with exotic music and sound.
Jazz, soul, hip-hop and blues.
I see culture, rhythm
and hues.
Tastes of Italy, Greece,
and Spain,
dance to music,
soul, heart, and pain.
Never before have you seen the
likes of me,
I am that I am and will set your
heart free.
816 · Aug 2014
Summer Storm
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
A young girl sways back and forth ecstatically
in a rustic, creaking chair,
with the peaceful country setting and
summer, scented air.
  The evening sky turned dark with the sound
of alarming fear.
The clouds briskly rolled through with a
tremble to the ear.
  Running through patio doors wide open
as she saw light dance across the lake.
Flashes of lightening caught the eye,
while she watched the heavens
awake.
Written by Sherri G Harder
787 · Sep 2014
His Protection
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
I am walking through this crazy world
with so much love to share.
I am dancing through the rain at night
wondering why I even dare.
With predators on the prowl
and darkness all around,
I know I have God's angels watching me
even though they make no sound.
I am protected by His armour
and He knows and guides my step,
even when I wander off a bit
He brings me back so I don't forget.
No need to hire bodyguards
for they are just mortal men.
I have His protection day and night
His angels he will send.
730 · Oct 2014
Curtain Call
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Life is like a stage as the play comes to a close.
Curtain Call!
Life is full of losses and a wage.
Curtain Call!
When the road is winding and you fall.
Curtain Call!
When the last scene fades and all.
Curtain Call!
You live, learn, love, and cry.
Curtain Call!
Some dance, play, work, and die.
Curtain Call!
Will you step out and try?  
Will you be too afraid to fly?                                      
Curtain Call!
683 · Sep 2014
I am free
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
I'm in a race with time
trying to find
what was lost
is now mine
a peace of mind.
I am free

Nothing to hide
nothing to fear
shadows fade
light is here
yet I hear
like horses galloping,
wings soaring,
and dolphins chatting
I am free

I see
but do not
dreams forgot
the thrill the rush
an escape from
night and day
I need to see
all of me
and be free

death dying gone
back again
wrong
deeper further
sound unite
flying feeling
strength and might
all of me
to see
yet I am free

space and air breathe
back to life
healthy happy
no more strife
good and bad
all of me
here to stay
I am free

dancing,
heartbeat,
melody,
rhythm,
writing,
poetry
train tracks clacking
through the rain
thunder roaring
flames like fire
lightning
thrilling
searching
finding
knowing
all of me
soon to see
what will be
I am free

like the wind
on my skin
like a sail
off to sea
I am free
I am free
642 · Aug 2014
Reflections of Fire
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Reflections of fire in the mirror I caught in
the eye to look.
A warm feeling came over me, just like a
romance setting from a book.
Reflections of fire in my mind, could be
a metaphor of lost love.
A burning passion that lost its spark,
like a worn out leather glove.
Reflections of fire make me yearn for
a sense of serenity.
For reflections of fire that burn
is not mine true destiny.
611 · Aug 2014
Serenity
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Dark and lonely
no one knows,
yet in the dark there is
a light that glows.

  Like an angel watching
and a sense of peace.
No more sadness,
now to feel at ease.

  Like a true friend that
will warm your heart,
or a true love forever,
never to part.
  
  Like a poem, song,
or melody.
A tender air filled with serenity.
566 · Jun 2015
This world we live in
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
We live in a world so blinded by distractions
we don't want to see.
When will enough be enough so we can learn
to fly so free.
To soar like the eagle and truly know
what is.
To feel love, to feel more like a gentle kiss.

We live in a world with hunger, with homeless
poverty.
When will we see a way to help those more
unfortunate than we.
We the ones not living there that we have managed
to escape.  
to help those in need and of emotional pain
and ****.

We live in a world full of hate, resentment,
and fear.
When will we show them what is needed
for them to hear.  
For I write to you these words from in my
heart therin,
please help to do our parts-to care,
for this is the world we live in.
553 · Jun 2015
Poetic sky
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
Under the sky at night
I feel a gentle silken air of touch.
Under the kiss of moonlight,
I poetically feel so much.
549 · Oct 2017
The Poet
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
Sometimes nothing is as it seems.
It may appear like nothing but dreams.
Like a novel, a story, or mystery.
Might not always be happy, but misery.

Enchanting, captivating, thrilling or mesmerizing.
I can sure read, and always been good with memorizing.
reading, writing, spelling,
marketing, wording,  and selling.

Like a game of chess, one wins on one side,
like the ocean changes with tide.
As to the novel that reads out in due time.
As can poetry rhyme.

Can be a quip with few words--oh what the hell!
Perhaps  a story with witches and wizards casting a spell.
Some ring true to others and others do not.
from copy written lyrics through court battles some fought.

From poems, to letters, a story, or script,
to rhyming, signing, telling or reading lines--do not skip!
From astrology, psychology, genealogy too.
A history pattern developed and a story plays through.

As art to a painter, as student to teacher.
As buyer to seller, as in scripture to preacher.
like a role played by an actor, as a craft that they learn.
like fire is from matches on to paper that burn.

We take on different roles that we write, not just one.
Whatever the story or memory be, it can be fun!
Some are serious, some not and some just with humor.
'Poetry is like magic'- "Oh that's just a rumor!"

Sometimes like a fantasy, or a dream state illusion.
To decipher a code within words, to break up confusion.
Like a detective that finds clues, and puts pieces together,
as to the bride and the groom who stays married forever.

From seasons, to passion, from faith we write.
from heartbreak to storms and the ghost stories that fright.
As the pen  is to the paper, in language we know it.
As the rhyming or feeling soul of the poet.
523 · Aug 2014
Train rhythm
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
For the train goes by so fast
full steam ahead.
The engine powerfully in charge with the box cars
being led.
The conductor blows the horn
as its coming around the bend.
As the conductor yells " I hope there
ain't nothing in the way,  for some things
I cannot mend. "
As he grins and sips his coffee listening to another
"chug-a-chug-a-choo-choo,"  he thinks of things he's
seen gone by and remembers with nostalgia,
boo-hoo.  
  As the train will soon approach with the sound of
rolling wheels on the track,
like a rhythm of a song as it sings
"clickity-clack, clickity-clack."
The box-cars roll and caboose will
trail,
while the engine slows and does not
fail.
Time to help the passengers off with their
luggage and their cases.
Then another trip departs soon from the station
as its engine speeds up and races.
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
When I was a kid I didn't like waking up
before afternoon,
except for a Saturday...'Let me
watch those cartoons.'
I watched 'Smurfs' and 'Transformers',
to say the least.
Also 'Disneyland' shows with talking
tea cups as in 'Beauty and the beast.'
As an adult I know 'Racoons' really don't talk,
in the way we can tell.
Now there is 'Harry Potter', wonder if
he can really do spell.
Forests and fairies and trees sometimes
dance.
Also in, 'Wizard of oz,'  the yellow brick road
was given a chance.
Like magical kingdoms with mountain
tops with peaks at their highest.  
With fairies looking like little people....
Oh my.... now there's Anthropomorphism at its finest.
475 · Jun 2015
To swim
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
I wish I could just go and swim with the dolphins
and to feel the water splash against my skin.
I want to be able to see underwater and know
I can once again swim.
472 · Sep 2014
Choose
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
We all have one life to live.
Its easier when we forgive.
We are like ships being tossed.
We start out being lost.
We need to win, not lose.
For what you stand for-choose.
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
To those that dwell on sadness
and think of hurt and pain.
What really makes you sad?
Are you sure its not all in vain?
To the one whose partner left them,
is he or she worth the agony and strife,
If they could not appreciate you and
accept you in their life?
To the teens rebelling and behaving
like a brat.
Do you really know why your like this?
Your game is getting old, to you no one wants to chat.
To the ones drowning in their sorrows and beer
down at the local bar.
Please be careful after and don't you dare
get behind the wheel in your car.
To the young ones dabbling in and getting high off illegal drugs.
Better smarten up and kick the habit so you don't
wind up like street thugs.
To the ones crying suicide and "watch me cut my wrist."
Maybe think of what your doing.
Is it really worth the risk?
To the stranger in the club that thinks
talking ***** will get me with him in bed.
You are obviously delusional, I'd rather kiss
a frog instead.
To the woman that gets abused
better leave before its too late.
Some are not as lucky as I've been.
Some don't get to choose their fate.
To the lonely souls out their crying all the time
why they think their life should end.
Just remember you have options.
You can allow Jesus in your heart that leads
to a path that will mend.
So to everyone that's listening, to this I say...
there's more to life than heartache,
"just don't give up so easily", I pray.
We always have a choice and one
is always grim.
Don't you think that you deserve
one that isn't dim?
There aretwo roads to follow.
Which one will you choose?
One way leads to happiness and the other
you will lose.
To those that are depressed and homesick
and do miss.
My heart goes out to those that have a heart.
I hope you soon find true comfort, joy and bliss.
So to those that are suffering, you see
you don't have to raise your voice.
To those suffering, you have a choice.

Sherri Harder
465 · Oct 2014
Melody maker
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
Melody maker
with joyous sound.
Melody maker
dance, skip, and float around.
Melody maker
rhythm and blues.
Melody maker
musical hues.
Melody maker
sing me a song.
Melody maker
I'll dance along.
Melody maker
swing, jazz, or tap
Melody maker
hip, hop and rap.
Melody maker
acoustic, band, or lullaby.
melody maker
don't your gift deny.
melody maker
heartbeat and dance.
melody maker
words are not trance.
melody maker
hear my words drum a beat.
melody maker
feel the rhythm, passion, and heat.
melody maker
harmony
melody maker
I whisper these notes to you of poetry.
458 · Sep 2014
Poetically Eidetic
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
My life is an autobiography.
I hate monsters and biology.
I like dance and song.
rhythm keeps me strong.
My heart is like a non-stop battery
going up and down
and re-charging steadily.
Eyes are like a hawk piercing through time
coordination is an instrument tuned to rhyme.
Memory sharp and so eidetic.
Focusing on the beauty, calling me to be poetic.
Visiting the past.
Some things never last.
The day in the life of I.
Sometimes I had to do my best or try.
Still here
not there.
Vacation time is done
The battle I have won.
Learning to overcome
from the things that bring me down I run.
Overall my life was blessed.
I don't dwell on the negative yet in God I rest.

Sherri Harder
442 · Jun 2015
God's campsite
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
Earthen soil covers the ground
as the campfire crackles with that
sparling sound.
The sky twinkles with stars like
tiny little glow bugs.
The sky blankets its love with warm
summer hugs.
A breeze so gently whispers and so not in vain.
The creation of God is so beautiful as
He's calling my name.
To explore new paths and trails and
outdoors run so free.
I remember the campsite I shared
it with thee.
429 · Nov 2014
Why Do We Trust?
Sherri Harder Nov 2014
Why do we open up and share
our thoughts so free?
When people lie, and betray the trust
that was never really meant to be.  
Why do we choose to give,
when all but most do take?
We are vulnerable to play the victim,
and they think we're the ones are fake.
They hurt with deception and hide between
their disguise.
For what they tell you is far from truth and
covered up with lies.
For seduction can seem like beauty,
rose petals and white lace.
What is really going on is like arsenic
poisoning trying to **** with just a trace.
Why do we trust some people and open up
our lives to some?
When we have no reason to trust, what
have to us succumb?  
Why do we take vows and choose to trust?
When all most think about is far from love,
but really lust.
Why do we forgive and some do not?
Why do we trust?  Are we sold out?
Are we bought?
Sherri Harder Sep 2014
Fast, windy, noisy,
such as the wind at sea.
light, wispy, fluttering,
as a bird to be.
frantically, busily, swaying
are the leaves blowing in the air
as the storm briskly rolls through
just like a running stallion or mare
last raindrops drip and
trinkle down,
like little trinkets to the ground.
As darkness leaves and
now is bright
from dark to grey and now clouds white.
From thunderous claps and echo's gone.
A rainbow prevails as this painting's dawn.
A new day gone and another sigh'
with a poetic painting 'the storm gone by'
411 · Aug 2014
Autumn
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
Cool, misty, autumn air.
Harvest time and fall fair.
Leaves of orange, yellow, red.
Unspoken beauty left unsaid.
  Darker nights are coming too.
No more summer skies of blue.
Still many a splendor sights to see.
To watch leaves sway so peacefully.
407 · May 2015
To see through the disguise
Sherri Harder May 2015
He comes to me with gentle whispers
in my ear and softly runs his fingers
through mine hair.
He gently kisses my lips and feel his
breath pressing against me like being
caught up in a lair.
His body presses against mine as
he whispers "you are mine."
As my body tingles with his touch
I snap out of it in time.
While his fingers start moving down,
seeking for more.
I realize he wants to go further than we ever
have before.
As he whispers " baby I love you" and " I always will
be there."  He tries to ****** me with his gentle touch
as I pull away and stare.
He looks into mine eyes with a yearning plea
and says " please let me make you feel good."
I tell him "I have to say goodbye" as I know
I should.
I tell him " I don't believe you and I see through
your disguise."
I say " if only I didn't know what I knew now....I might
actually believe those lies."
He starts to get angry and I see a nasty glare up in
his eyes.
He shouts " baby I just need you" as he starts
to cry.
I walk away...
to see through the disguise.
389 · Oct 2014
From one poet to another
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
We poets write what's on our mind
and in our heart.
To us it comes naturally, never questioning
it. To us its art.
To every curve we feel the pen stroking
on the paper wall,
like a dancer swaying in rhythm and to
dare not fall.
From one poet to another, we have a common
courtesy for most.
We either love it or we don't or can share it
playing host.
We appreciate each others differences and
poetic style.
Even when we disagree, we never argue,
as we smile.
From one poet to another, we can feel ones
pain and joy.
Though we never knock each other down
or do no harm employ.
From one poet to another, its a way of
sharing what's in our soul.
Whether it be good or bad, we respect each other
for simply sharing and letting go.
We can write about most anything like nature, love,
pain, art, or rock.
The worst thing from one poet to another, is a thing
called "writer's block."
So when we take the time to very publically; to
from our depths do share.
Its a way of sharing a piece of our minds like a
a window to our soul declare.
Even though we may hide away from
time to time.
It's because we're always thinking and
reflect on past experiences to rhyme.
Most of us are pretty social and can
be artistic in other ways.
Like music, dancing, singing or
acting and directing  plays.
We choreograph our feelings out
and lay them out as words of art.
Sharing to others to enjoy a piece
of our life that taketh part.
We don't always say things out loud
properly and publically.
We are sometimes better writing in what we
do best- in written poetry.
From one poet to another, we know some get it
or they don't.
Most poets will because they can disect it
or they won't.
From one poet to another, we know we
don't always have to rhyme our word.
I prefer to write in rhyme, but when I don't-
other poets don't think its absurd.
From one poet to another, we write our
feelings, thoughts and beliefs with ease.
From one poet to another, for some its
a masterpiece.

Sherri Harder
389 · Jul 2015
His Amazing Grace
Sherri Harder Jul 2015
I'm beginning to see  light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now - you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face,
full of His amazing grace.

I keep seeking your truth
when I'm lost in the shadows.
I can run free from the storm,
when I'm in your green meadows.
I know you are always there
and you call out to me.
To hold your hand and to walketh
with thee.
To trust in you and not fear like Psalms 23.

You make me feel alive.
With you I can survive.

I'm beginning to see a light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now- you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face,
full of His amazing grace.

I will forever sing your praise
and love you each and every day.
I will always search your voice and
bow to you and pray.
I hope to you I find
this song in heart I rhyme.  

I'm beginning to see the light at
the end of the tunnel.
Don't stop now- you pull me through
trouble.
I yearn to see your face.
Full of His amazing grace.
385 · Oct 2017
Learn to spell
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
Everyone starts counting...
...one, two, three.
Just as they write,
starting with A, B, C.

Ever notice a rhythm,
as in words have a rhyme?
Like a clock ticking;
tik, tok, tick within time.

Learning to read and learning
to write,
as a kid, I could spell,
but math and arithmetic
gave me a fright.

Words can be fun
and broken apart.
Like a game of chess,
or a puzzle, okay now
where do we start?
383 · Oct 2017
Knight in Shining Armour
Sherri Harder Oct 2017
Take me to your secret gardens,
through your castle walls.
Sweep me off my feet sir knight.
on your horse- don't let me fall.

Gallop through the kingdom of
your enchanted forest, green;
fighting for my honor,
be the hero to be seen.

Holding on so tight, as you
hoist up your sword so high.
We live to see another day,
not time for us to say goodbye.

Then as we ride into the kingdom,
with emerald gardens to adorn,
kiss me in the moonlight dusk,
and hold me til the morn.

Take me to your chambers,
where we can together, be.
Run your fingers gently through my hair
with the hands that caress me.

Goodnight my knight in
shining armor, so gallant, bold and brave.
These castle walls of thine heart,
have broken down for you to save.
381 · Aug 2014
Winter
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
The cool winter air leaves
a trace of frost.
To remind us that warm summer
nights are now lost.
  For the leaves are raked and
off the ground.
Cold, beauty,silence, and
barely a sound.
  Soon snow will sway so
peacefully.
The Christmas lights glitter
so beautifully.
376 · Oct 2014
Free to be me
Sherri Harder Oct 2014
I was running from the cold
scared to follow my heart or dare
chase a dream.
Never wanting to be told
what they thought of me
or what things might seem.
Living in the shadows
yet trying to catch a glimpse of
light shining through a part of me.
The part that wants to let go.
Running through the meadows
with my pen out,
like wild horses so young and free.

Don't be scared to open your eyes.
Things are not always easy if you
hold back the tears.
Its ok to be careful, but in the end you'll
never know how it could've felt unless
you do what you can do and stop
living through the fears.

Letting go of the struggles that I
once thought of and being able to cry and feel.
Love for something inside that's burning
inside of me.
Learning how to let go to, rhyming with my
heart and soul so free.
like drumming to a new beat, dancing in the rain,
to my poetry.

Its in my heart, its in my soul.
I've rediscovered that I can be free to
be me!
372 · Jul 2015
Good morning God
Sherri Harder Jul 2015
The freshness of the morning air
and the shining of the sun.
Glory to God for this new morn,
for another day hath begun.
With the beauty of the landscape,
and freshness of the dew,
Let's praise God together as
we begin this day anew.
371 · Aug 2014
The Fork in the Path
Sherri Harder Aug 2014
There are shadows,
where there is light,
and darkness when
all seems bright.
A sense of good, where
there is bad.
Better to see through it,
than to be had.
Piercing eyes and hypnotic
stares.
Fighting off the evil
glares.
The mind can see what the
eyes do not,
and to win I cannot
be bought.
There is no price or quote to say
that in them will I believe.
Only to know I'm strong and feel sorry
for those that are lost and naive.
I go to bed at night with a peace inside
my soul.
That forever I will be true to God
and to see what I am to know.
Strong willed and strong mind I cannot
be moved by the one that goads.
I look ahead and see a fork in the path,
they are two totally different roads.
I stop and look to see one that so many take and
many follow.
I think its best to take the one with less,
that seems narrow and less shallow.
For in the end all I need is here
and always will be.
For He is always love and truth and I know
that Jesus is the one that loves me.
360 · May 2014
Spring
Sherri Harder May 2014
Gentle breezes like the morning wind,
whispers softly on my skin.
  The sun approaches in the sky,
eagles soaring as they fly.
  Mountains all around and a valley down below,
spring is drawing nearer as flowers start to grow.
352 · Jul 2015
Is that too much to ask?
Sherri Harder Jul 2015
Is it to much to ask to be treated with respect?
I get confused when people say they love you
then stab you in the back.  What ever happened to
dignity, honor, and loyalty?
I hav'nt met the one who will steal my heart.
Maybe that just does not exist anymore so far as I
can see.  I would rather be alone than with a man
that has none of these qualities.  Is that too much to ask?
351 · Jun 2015
I am not lonely
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
I am not lonely when I am alone
I am more lonely when I am with
people that lie and cause each other pain.
Please don't take my love in vain.
I am not lonely and can feel relief.
I am not lonely cause I have the option
to leave.
350 · Jun 2015
I am Me
Sherri Harder Jun 2015
I may not be perfect, but I sure know who I am.
I may not always look my best nor like a model
out of Glam.  
I may not have been the perfect child that
in school was studious.
I did my own thing into sports and
hobbies, like my writing and thought -
how prodigious.
I may not always seem so humble even though
I should.
I know I have so many options in life and wonder
what would work or could.
I sometimes feel too much or think too much,
and need to take a break.
My mind gets tired of regrets to those
things I could never make.
I sometimes break apart from what I usually do.
Like isolating myself alone and not talking,
because I'm tired and can get depression too.
I am me and wish some saw the deeper side
of me--if only some could see.
The side that isn't always strong or tough,
but the inner soul of hey ... " I am me."
346 · Jul 2015
When I shall pass
Sherri Harder Jul 2015
This life may seem a mystery
now and some will not understand,
someday I will be heading home and
not of this foreign land.
Some will cry and some will mourn,
but as truly as this can be,
Just look up and know that I will be much
happier and my soul set free.
So when my time hath come
and only God to love and fear.
I shall not remember this place,
and be with God and new family
so dear.
So when this life is over in the meantime
do my best,
to search Him in scripture and in Him
I seek my rest.
When things on earth are painful and
things seem to go wrong,
I will remember Jesus and trust
he'll keep me strong.
For I realize that this time here
is only temporary and will not
forever last.
I will yearn to seek Him and hold my
angels hand to walk when I shall pass.
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