haiku poem

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'My sheep hear My voice'
Christ did say, 'and I know them
and they follow Me'(John 10: 1-29)

Ipicked this poem because it wasd about a sheep and my nan has a cup with a sheep on

ballard poem

The Four Children

A Ballad of Good Intentions

Four children played by an old oak tree,
Big John and James and little Benjie,
And, threading a chain of daisies fine,
On the leaf-brown sward knelt Geraldine.
Quoth John, 'I'll ride on the gipsies' road,
For narrow space and a small abode
Would break this vagrant heart in me,
And the world is wide and good to see.'
'I'll stay,' said James, 'for my father's sake
From his ageing hand his toil to take,
So he have at last his heart's desire
To sit at ease by the glowing fire.'
'I shall not work,' said little Benjie,
'Nor roam the world that is fair to see;
But here I'll stay in the green beech wood,
By my mother's side and I'll just be good.'

Linking her chain sweet Geraldine said,
'Big John or James I will surely wed;
I soon must choose which shall best please me,
I care not at all for little Benjie.'

The oak grows brown and the oak grows green
The owl and thrush on her branch have been;
For fifty winters a snood of snow
She wears all white till the spring winds blow.
For fifty autumns a robe of red
She wears till the wet west wind has fled,
But ne'er from dawn till the dusk of day
Hath she heard the sound of a child at play.
Big John grows old and all full of care,
He works till night in his oaken chair;
His feet have led him not long nor late,
No more than a league from his father's gate.
Where yew trees wave and their dark leaves shed
Young James lies cold in his four-foot bed,
O soft did his father lay him down,
And over him drew the earth so brown

In a far-off land on a lonely height
Geraldine weeps full many a night,
And prays all day 'neath a gallows tree
Where hangs the corpse of little Benjie.

I picked this poem because it is very emotional with the language it used

love poem

Idle Dreams
In idle dreams of long ago,
I imagined my true love;
A perfect match, a soulmate,
An angel from above.



Now you’re here, and now I know
Our love will stay and thrive and grow.
By Joanna Fuchs


I picked this poem because it reminds me of my dream of  Justin Bieber and I it was perfect! 

war poem

A Feint On The Front

To the Supreme Commander In Chief:

The enemy has exposed himself on our right flank.
I believe this to be a ruse. Everything is too obvious,
even the '999' ploy. I do suggest that we heighten our awareness however. I still expect the assault to come from the left, as we have always believed it would. Just the mere fact of him deploying such a manuever lends me to believe the time is very close.

Your humble servant always










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Udiah (witness to Yah)

I picked this poem because it tells you how the war was like and how to take orders the repertision is good to for affect



 

sad poem

sad

Sad is no fun
Sad is upsetting
Sad is depressing
Sad is boring
Sad is no good
Sad is lonely

Alison Mills


I picked this poem because it is short but tells you the meaning of sad