Adolescence

Poems I wrote in my childhood and teens…so, they’re naturally full of foolishness and angst.

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Poem: Horses of the Apocalypse

So, this poem…I’m not sure what explanation is needed.  I wrote this when I was a junior in high school.  I used a strange form of alliteration, by beginning each line with the letter A.  It’s based on the account of the four horsemen of Revelation.  Enjoy!

Horses of the Apocalypse

September 28, 2000

At the sound of the trumpet, clops can be heard.
A blur in the distance comes slowly into view.
A man gallantly sitting on a horse of white, draws
An unarmed bow.
A crown placed on his head, given to give
Awful power to conquer the strongest nations.
Another horse and man ride and follow.
Able to diminish the peace of the world on his fiery stallion.
A sword of steel is poised in his hand.
After the first and the second,
A steed, black as pitch and tar
And the darkest of evil and sin,
Approaches with a rider of famine,
Always unbalancing the scales that he holds.
Away he comes to starve the earth.
As they trot away to uphold the fate,
All people cry out as the next canters in.
Anatomy the color of a face frightened to
Almost nothing.
A rider upon the palest mare, named Death
Arriving to destroy the world in numbers.
At the end, however,
At last, comes a mighty white horse, with
An angel of nobility and honor upon his back.
A name that was known only to him, written on his
Arm. He races off with
An army following. He defeats the evil AntiChrist
And throws him into the fiery lake.

 – Sarah ><>

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Poem: My Place

June 24, 1999

Through many dangers, toils, and snares,
I have already come,
To find my place in your awesome plan,
Has been hard but awfuly fun.

Your prophets come and then they go,
So far and few between,
That I wonder if I could be a prophetess,
What a wonderful life I’d lead.

But whatever you plan for my kingdom’s place,
I will gladly take to my heart,
For know it will work, to the very end,
I can feel each and every part.

Sarah ><>

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Poem: Loneliness

I wrote this poem when I was very young as well.  I was in 8th grade, actually.  But, here you go.

Loneliness

August 31, 1997

Loneliness is just a state of mind,
Nobody is actually alone, yet people say they are.
Maybe they can’t see someone but He’s there.
He surrounds them with love and understading, though they don’t feel the Warmth.
So many people say they’re alone, but few take the chance to see if it’s true.

 – Sarah ><>