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Anna Martha Nov 2017
The poet writes words of what a friendship so dear
Have you ever seen a blue sky that is more clear
Words growing much like the flowers in spring
The poet writes words even more beautiful to sing

This friendship a seed that’s been planted in the ground
The poet’s words make it grow, oh how it abounds
Now a bud growing strong petals opening in the light
The poet compares our friendship to a gem in the night

The flowers grow more beautiful as the rain pours down
A friendship now shinning just like a golden crown
The poet keeps writing on as the flowers nourish
Telling of the friendship how it has begun to flourish

Fall being near the soft petals of flowers now falling
The poet writes of a long time friendship calling
Even though the flower petals may wither away
Our friendship still grows even more each day

Much like the winding of a road begins to bend
The poet’s words sadly now coming to an end
Much like the sunshine rises every dawn
May our loving friendship continue to grow on
Anna Martha Feb 2016
Life is not all that it's cracked up to be.
He will be there through the rushing streams
There are ups and downs, with highs and lows
Just like a tree even more never grows
Time is passing by , while light is fading out
Worries trap you deep with fear and doubt
So don't let the sky above you go dim
Go shine your light among-st all the sin.
Anna Martha Jul 2014
Day after day I am consumed by
my mind and the body of my flesh
All these things I hold close
seem to haunt me and taunt me
My life of consumption is
brought on by presumptions
All my thoughts of Your name in vain
brought upon with such outward shame
Sometimes more with a little bit less
we gather our thoughts in a big fat mess
Outside our appearance seems clean,
but only to what lies in between
My voice cries out in the still of the silence
how can I bare such a defiance
You give me visions but
I will choose my own decisions
Day after day I cling to my world of
lustful lies along with selfish pride
You know my name and every move
Yet I hide and run from You
You whom I should aim to please
I only treat like the rest of these
These people who mean nothing to me
but all the most to Thee
Anna Martha Jun 2014
With such determination we focus
on what we see above and below
but it's the in between we ignore
For what we leave behind us
lurks in between our shadows
calling our names from the dark
It knows exactly who we are
following our every last move
blinding eyes who have seen it
It knows far to well of the
lies we have fought forever
leaving a stain on our hearts
As time goes and comes it
will bring up a black past
helping to disguise the present
Pain pulls our hearts further
into our chests breaking what
little bit of hope we have left
Do we not see it in between
pointing all the blame just
waiting for another mistake

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