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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York 
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I am going to post all my poetry from the past in this one topic section and all my new stuff as it comes by itself. I just want to give you the background of my poetry. American Flag American Flags wave through the polluted air But I am clean as can be Full of the pride thats washin over me My American Pride Makes me shiver inside America... Where have you been? Until this day Where has your pride hidden Your among the few who lost their pride. America is beautiful how long will we keep our pride this time it seems like it will be over once the Yellow Journalism fades Whats this we're talkin about war forget about sharpening your swords Forgive and forget its Peace or get out We don't need to get revenge We're smarter than they We're more spirited than they So what are we doing Fighting in afganistan when we could be helping the homeless We could be feeding the poor We could be much much more But We're America! We're Beautiful So lets wag our flags high Pray to you Looking up at the sky and the stars start to fly I pray to you (I pray to you) let my dreams come true and it makes me wonder why my dreams seem so high and why the skies not always blue I know that you hold it I know you control it so what am I going to do I pray to you(pray to you) let my dreams come true(dreams come true) in you theres no fear(theres no fear) I pray to you Let me fly high to my destiny for the whole world to see Where Will You be help me fly away from here take me high beyond the clouds to where the unicorns fly let me be as free as can be tell me that you care and that you'll be there hold me in your arms hold me tight and treat me so right take me beneath the sea to where the titanic sank before let me be free from free just be there for me |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
This here is one that goes to my teacher Ms. Chadwick and also her fatherIts titled Thank You I thank You for you have affected my life in many ways you reached to my heart I thank you for all you've done you caught me when I fell and lifted me up you gave me faith to believe I thank you for the kindness you have radiated you took away the pain and replaced it with laughter you saved me from a broken heart I thank you for all your support you taught me to believe you taught me to reach out I thank you for the courage you gave me to break down I thank you for all the tears you replaced with smiles you reached inside my heart and pulled me out I thank you for being you I thank you with all my heart ----------------------------------- Tempted to peak I wonder what the future holds I wonder where I'll be and what I am doing its kinda like a game of hide and seek where your oh so tempted to peek only you can't peek into the future so I have to wonder what I'd see if I could just have one peek its kinda like a game when your never on the winning team you always wonder what could have happened I wish I could play a game but I'd be tempted to peek it wouldn't be fair so I have to sit and wait for my future to come on its own [This message has been edited by Kellie_Cantrell (05-26-2002 12:10 AM).] |
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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
My very 1st poem ever I wrote this at 9 years old Whispering when I walk through town I hear the whispers of an angel looking over me telling me whats wrong telling me whats right and telling me how to be I won't be anything that he doesn't want me to be It isn't for me Its all for him It is his. He made it they way he wanted it He's taken the credit Because its his My life my love my heart my soul it all belongs to one The one the only everything is his for him its his his way his heart his power his belief He won't take it from me he already has been givin it I already sent it to him My heart my love my soul my everything Is his for him Mine for mine everything is what he wanted it to be Now the glory is in everything I do It is the glory god has lain out on the floor The glory that I see When he's looking down at me When I'm singing a song Or dancing to a beat It is his for his mine for mine my heart my love my soul my everything Its mine but his his but mine nothing I can do will make him see a difference inside of me He is my god he is my soul he died to make me live without him I could not I would not want to be Oh lordy Oh Lordy come whisper down to me tell me what you want from Tell me now what I can be who I am what I do Tell me what I can be who I can see who is my angel Who is my life where am I headed is it the wrong way Whisper dear lord to me Whisper the things I need to hear Whisper everything to me I want you to tell me What I am doing right I want you to tell me what I am doing wrong I want you to be for me Like I am for you. The one the only everything is his for him its his his way his heart his power his belief He won't take it from me he already has been givin it I already sent it to him My heart my love my soul my everything Is his for him Mine for mine |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Kellie, That is a heavy poem for a nine year old. And as for the rest, I enjoyed them as well. I look forward to more of your poetry as it is written. Keep up the good work.  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Kellie, take your time, Passions isn't going anywhere. Post your poems so that all may enjoy them, because some people won't know they are all contained in one thread... Thank you for the tribute to Ginger. The gifts you leave here of the teacher she had been for you is something we will all learn from. |
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