The moths followed the little square
Like he was a flame
The little square wrote a book about his despair
And the moths made a proclaim

The little square didn't like us
So he told the moths to find us, "the mess"
He told them to do it without fuss
'Cause without us his garden would be flawless

The moths came out to his garden
They found me and my kind
And pulled us out with a gun
Treating us like we aren't apart of mankind

We were put on trial by them
And thrown into fire
We were shoved into a room by 'em
And gassed because it was "prior"

Occasionally the moths were bored
So they played hangman with us
This was a game that they adored
All we could do was stare at the hanging carcass

They were our friends and family
They were the only medals we had left
We were too broken to be angry
So we ignored the theft

When the moths got rid of us
They went for the most damaged weeds
That often made us anxious
Because of it some did misdeeds

Some couldn't deal with the pain and fear
So those weeds jumped to the birds
On the floor they left a smear
The smears thought jumping would send them homewards

Though we saw death so many times a day
We were still able to eat and treat people with hate
It was because from our god we have gone astray
Maybe because we were all under weight

In our stomachs prowled lions
Our hunger was so severe
If we found stray scraps we would go for the ****
If you went for the food you were a volunteer

One time we ran out of food
So we complained even more
The moths got tired of our complaining mood
So we ran to a new camp door

We were often moved
We went from camp to camp
Of course we all disapproved
On the house that was based by our stamp

On each of our wrist
Was and inky black stamp
It was on the moths checklist
It was our name in each concentration camp

When we were saved from hell
We were all broken weeds
We couldn't even sleep well
But the ones that saved us answered our needs

The ones that saved us helped end the war
And some were normal citizens
Everyday we are grateful for their loving core
Even if we had great differences

Though the Holocaust made us different
And the memories haunt us
It was kind of a movement
Because now people won't walk into war without a fuss

I worked so hard, not even drawn
Now all my work is far gone
It was beautiful like a butterfly
It just melted so bye bye
The fly I carved of butter is now gone
The Nazis took our electricity now everything is gone
Without the cold it melted away
Now my tools will just decay
A storm is brewing, we need more help
The Nazis make me want to yelp

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.

In this world
Not everything is as it seems
People wear mask
They look so real
Just to hide themselves
Colours are bright
They grab all attention
Just to hide depression
And noises are loud
They rise so much
Just to drown out inner demons screaming

Accepts you as you are
Believes is you even when you don’t make sense
Calls you just to say hello
Drives you insane
Explains things you don’t understand
Forgives you of the mistakes you’ve made
Guarantees fun
Helps you
Is always there for you
Just wants to be with you
Keeps you close to their heart
Loves you for who you are
Makes a lot of difference in your life
Never gives up on you
Overjoyed to see you
Picks you up when you fall down
Quizzes your love for others
Raises you spirits
Supports you
Tells you the truth even when you don’t want to hear it
Understands you
Values you
Withstands you
Xenodochial
Yells at you when you aren’t listening and
Zaps you back to the real world

So do not fear, for I am with you;
    do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
    I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

I’m so tired
But I can’t sleep
There are a million little things
That have decided to swarm my mind
All of the things are stressing me out
I just want to sleep right now
I’m so freakin’ tired

Love
It's a drug
Once you get a taste of it
You’ll always crave for more

I love to write poetry
But I’m afraid
I’m afraid of what they’ll think
I’m afraid they’ll think my poetry will **** because of my age
But I’m most afraid of people I know reading my poems
Because then they might see through my walls
Into my broken
Shattered
Messed-up
Crazy life
I don’t want anyone to worry about me
Or to try and protect me
Or fight my battles
Because that’s what I’m supposed to do for them
I’m suppose to worry about others
And shove my problems away
I’m supposed to protect others
And never worry about my pain
I’m supposed to help win their wars
Because I’m already losing my own

I followed this world
I thought it would make me cool
I followed the beat of its music
Thinking it was fun
I followed its people
Because they seemed to know best
But one day I realised
That the world was wrong
That it’s music was bad
That it’s people were insane
So I followed My world
Knowing that I am better than cool
I made up my own beat-filled music
Because it lets me have real fun
And I live my life
Because my heart is right
I have my own life
And I don’t need society tearing me down

Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.

My little sister
Came up to me
Hiding something behind her back
Her brown curly hair was a mess
And it was in front of her big brown eyes
She was smiling up at me
She told me to close my eyes
And hold out my hands
When I did I felt her give me some paper
She told me to look at it
She had drawn a little picture
It was her and me
We were standing under a giant rainbow
And a brilliant blue sky
That little drawing reminded me
Just how much little things in life matter
And how they can make someone feel

When I am afraid, I will trust in you. In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?

God
Without him there would be nothing

My Family
Even though they are loud and annoying

My Friends
They’ve been there through thick and thin

My Pets
They are always happy

Music
What would life be without it

Foood
Most of it taste very good

Love
Something everyone needs

School
Even though I’m almost failing

And everything else
If I put each and every thing
This would never end

I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land. I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.

There is one thing
That everyone wants
Whether they show it
Or hide it
The one thing
That everyone craves
Is love

Everyone desires love
And there are different kinds
That different people want
Like the romantic love
That a husband and wife share
Or the caring love
That a Mother gives to a child

When you go looking
For whatever type of love you want
Always remember one thing
And never forget
Or ignore
Or push away
The one that loved you first
And will always love you

Remember, remember, the Fifth of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot. I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason should ever be forgot... But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know, in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea, not the man, because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten, but 400 years later, an idea can still change the world. I've witnessed first hand the power of ideas, I've seen people **** in the name of them, and die defending them... but you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it, or hold it... ideas do not bleed, they do not feel pain, they do not love... And it is not an idea that I miss, it is a man... A man that made me remember the Fifth of November. A man that I will never forget.

~Evey Hammond

Limericks are quite hard to write
The words always try to put up a fight
They attempt to fall of the page
They cause you to fill up with rage
They never look quite right

There are stars in your eyes
They shine beautifully
But you cause them to be dull
I only see them when I look hard enough
But they’re there
Shining
Wanting everyone to see them
There aren’t just a few
No
The whole galaxy is there
Each constellation telling your story
Some of them are telling times of joy
Others are telling times of heartbreak
Each of them are important, though
And they shape you into who you are
They show how amazing you are
So let the stars shine bright
Let everyone know how great you are

I was talking to my best friend today
Out of the blue he quietly said something
The five words I never expected
The five words that now haunt me
The five words I once said to myself
The five words that worry me
The five words keeping me from sleep
The five words that scare me coming from him
The five words I pray won’t happen
The five words I’m afraid will happen
He said
“I want to **** myself”
My eyes started to water when he said it
He saw and said it was a joke
He said his bucket list was too long
But why would he say that
Why would he act so selfish
Why would he want to leave his family and friends
Why would he want to leave me
I need him
I don’t want him to take his life
I wish he knew that those five words
Caused me to cry as soon as I was alone
But I can’t tell him
Because he might want to take his life even more

ryder is the worsf qoem writter ever

I can’t sleep again
For the second night in a row
Which is quite odd of me
Because I sleep a lot

It’s because of my friend’s words
And yes I know my poems are getting repetitive
But I don’t have anyother way
Of trying to get my mind off of it

I’m just really afraid
And really worried
That he might do it
And I still don’t know why he wants to

Sometimes I like to take a small break
Just to admire the sky
There are so many colors
Not just at certain hours
But ever second of the day

Each color means something different
But they are still all special
Just like people
Everyone is different
But we are all so very special

We all have our own demons
But others shove theirs onto mine
And mine are forced to be locked away
Until the other demons are gone

I can feel them pounding at the door
I can hear them screaming at me
But I can’t let them out just yet
Cause the others haven’t disappeared

When the other demons are finally gone
I still don’t let mine out
Because I’ve gotten used to the pounding
And all of the things they scream at me