Two Poems Partly Inspired by Les Mis: Revolution and Love

Submitted by little woman on Thu, 01/03/2013 - 23:38

a cause to die for
so they say
we must make tomorrow
different from today.
revolution stirs their blood
revolution gives cause
to those who fight for better days
to those who only lust to kill.
revolution gives men purpose
a higher good to attend
if they die, they die for a purpose
if they live, they have a reason to live
revolution changes the world
for better
or for worse.


Resurrection: I. Days of Fear

Submitted by Kyleigh on Thu, 11/01/2012 - 04:19

Their Lord was dead; they’d laid Him in the tomb.
The Romans killed their head; now they waited for their doom.
What were they to do now that men had killed their Jesus?
With Him no longer here, who was there to save us?

They’d forgotten His words, what He’d said many times.
He foretold His death – and they’d doubted those lines.
He’d said the Son of Man, would be delivered over,
Be crucified by Gentiles – its truth now made them sober.


Submitted by Kyleigh on Sat, 09/03/2011 - 19:10

 Eerie mist blankets the road,

Golden sunlight bursting through

A forest draped in silv’ry gauze

Midst pre-dawn stillness and dew,

He is there, watching o’er us.


At sunrise sisters journey through the woods,

Blades of grass bend beneath their running tread,

They stop to gather flower and feather,

And watch the deer and her kin far ahead.

And He is there, before us.


Grey fog rises from the field of dreams,

Color streaks the sky beyond the hay

Six poetic definitions of a poem

Submitted by Keri on Fri, 06/11/2010 - 18:59



1. (This one I gave and dedicated to my beloved music teacher)

What is a poem?

Dancing melody


Sweeping harmony

Without music

Saying prose

As if it were song

This is a poem



Words set to meter

Words set to rhyme

Something repeated

At least one time



What is a poem?

A poem is a feeling

A poem is a thought

A poem is inexplicability

Put into words


4. (Inspired by a friend called Renee's definition)


Submitted by Keri on Thu, 05/06/2010 - 15:02

Awake, my dear, awake

The morning you must take

You must fight the unknown fears

That have haunted all for years


As you lie there in bed

People tremble in dread

Only you can help

Beat  pain like a whelp


You have lived your life in comfort

You must do what you were born for

So rise from you sleep

Let your sword cut deep


I know you dream deep dreams

Void of any screams

But you must hear terror today

As the wickedness you slay


Submitted by Keri on Fri, 04/23/2010 - 06:43

 I used to love to read

It went hand in hand with to write

I used to love to lose sleep

Reading books all through the night


But now I don’t read as much

Even though I should

I love the stories I encounter

I find them really good


I find myself hesitating

To read something written well

Because every time I read something masterful

A bit of jealousy in me swells


Shannon Hale invents names with ease

Meg Whalen Turner holds you prisoner

the art of flying with broken wings

Submitted by sarahalisonstargirl on Tue, 07/07/2009 - 18:26

~the art of flying with broken wings~
choices made and words unspoken
falling from a broken sky
i never dreamed you'd be the one
who in the end would kill a part of me
you who made me so alive.
with gentle hands you helped me to unfold my fragile wings
you promised we could touch the sky, soaring on our dreams
I looked into your eyes
and knew you spoke the truth.
I stood a princess on the rock
my kingdom field stretched out below
you laugh rang out, your voice clear

the movie starts(let's count the stars)

Submitted by jennifer on Wed, 08/22/2007 - 01:59

this movie is something
i've seen before
i tell her to hide, but she opens the door.
an untimely fate,
nothing to say
we're all no ones and nothings
searching for someones and somethings

(so much for a happy ending)

my half-empty view is routine
while you insult the technicolor screen.
i sneak into another show,
while your still saying,"told you so...."

sticky floors and an encore
a horror picture at best
let's not forget who made this mess.