elizabeth-jones - Hello Poetry

This is a prayer for the Children of Aleppo Whose tragedy was concealed before the eyes of the giants Whose tears never had a chance to fall down to the ground My Lord, my Almighty One Keep these children Welcome them back to Your arms Let them feel loved again Help them subside the pain they felt Fill their newly-furnished rooms With songs and laughter Let them forget the scent of gunpowder and bombs Teach them how to smile once more Bring back the glimmer in their eyes And as for those who still breathe to survive Conceal them with Your love and immense protection Let them know that beneath the ends of the earth There would always be a sunrise A new day Where they could draw their stories And dance their dreams With those eyes staring into blank distance Bewildered, Unaware of what will happen next Let them hear my voice A small voice of cheering them up For this is all I could do for now How foolish am I Lavishly sitting on a comfortable bed Under a secured roof Writing a poem for those who gained my sympathy But You know There's more to that Let them reach this I want to tell them How much they could change this world Hang on tight Believe me Each and everyone of you are tougher than any fighter this history could ever tell.

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elizabeth-jones

Dec 16, 2016

Dec 16, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC

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For the Children of Aleppo

This is a prayer for the Children of Aleppo Whose tragedy was concealed before the eyes of the giants Whose tears never had a chance to fall down to the ground My Lord, my Almighty One Keep these children Welcome them back to Your arms Let them feel loved again Help them subside the pain they felt Fill their newly-furnished rooms With songs and laughter Let them forget the scent of gunpowder and bombs Teach them how to smile once more Bring back the glimmer in their eyes And as for those who still breathe to survive Conceal them with Your love and immense protection Let them know that beneath the ends of the earth There would always be a sunrise A new day Where they could draw their stories And dance their dreams With those eyes staring into blank distance Bewildered, Unaware of what will happen next Let them hear my voice A small voice of cheering them up For this is all I could do for now How foolish am I Lavishly sitting on a comfortable bed Under a secured roof Writing a poem for those who gained my sympathy But You know There's more to that Let them reach this I want to tell them How much they could change this world Hang on tight Believe me Each and everyone of you are tougher than any fighter this history could ever tell.

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Can you stop being so perfect? Your laugh, Your smile, Your sense of humor The way you try to tease me, And the way we get into pointless arguments is perfect. The way you ask me for help. You're great at sports, Your grades are good, And you remind me of the good times. So can you just stop it? Stop being so perfect because I'm falling and I'm not sure if you're going to catch me... Will you catch me when I'm falling? Falling down, or falling in love... Catch me... Because I'm falling for you.

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Dec 16, 2016

Dec 16, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC

elizabeth-jones

Catch Me...

Can you stop being so perfect? Your laugh, Your smile, Your sense of humor The way you try to tease me, And the way we get into pointless arguments is perfect. The way you ask me for help. You're great at sports, Your grades are good, And you remind me of the good times. So can you just stop it? Stop being so perfect because I'm falling and I'm not sure if you're going to catch me... Will you catch me when I'm falling? Falling down, or falling in love... Catch me... Because I'm falling for you.

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Blank notebook, Pencil ready. Out of ideas when I sit down to write. But while I lie in bed, My imagination runs wild. The perfect fairy tale, Where the princess saves the prince Is ready to be written. But there is no pencil ready, No notebook for me To write my thoughts down.

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Dec 16, 2016

Dec 16, 2016 at 8:02 PM UTC

elizabeth-jones

Out of Ideas

Blank notebook, Pencil ready. Out of ideas when I sit down to write. But while I lie in bed, My imagination runs wild. The perfect fairy tale, Where the princess saves the prince Is ready to be written. But there is no pencil ready, No notebook for me To write my thoughts down.

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Look beyond what you see in the mirror There is no need to fear For I what I see here Matters more than what you see there Take a deep breath in And concentrate on what’s within Take a deep breath in And make sure to grin Because what I see here Is something beautiful.

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Feb 5, 2016

Feb 5, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC

elizabeth-jones

Self-Confidence

Look beyond what you see in the mirror There is no need to fear For I what I see here Matters more than what you see there Take a deep breath in And concentrate on what’s within Take a deep breath in And make sure to grin Because what I see here Is something beautiful.

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