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Category: Poets
What Lies In Your Pen
What lies in your pen
Words that lift up
Or words that tear down?
Words that heal or
Words that hurt?
When someone is down
Do you encourage them
Or knock them down more
Are you words
Reflecting the heart
And soul of a true
Poet.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
March.21.2010
7:20 P.M PST
What Do My Words Carry
What do my words carry?
Do they carry something powerful
Strong like the wind
But invisible
Do they speak of faith
Of love?
Are my words
Falling on deaf ears
Silent like the reviews
On the board?
But for me I do not write
For recognition
It’s necessary
Like breathe
Like air!
What do my words
Carry
Do they carry
Friendship
Love
Hurt
Pain,
Faith
Hope?
All of the above
I hope?
What do my words
Carry?
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Dec.17.2010
1:35 P.M PST
It’s Not About
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Image of me done by Sweet Melodies Photography. 2011 It’s not about me Or even you But about the one Who gave me the words That see me through. It’s not about empty faith or Empty promises But about prayers Spoken in love. It’s not about dreams Or broken memories But about the love Of the one who died for us. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 8?03/2011 |
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Ten Years Ago
Ten years ago
Our world changed
And images forever burned into our
Mind memories that darkened our days.
Like the generation before us
Remembered where they were
When Kennedy was assainated
When Martin Luther King Junior was killed
We remember where we were
When those towers came down.
Evil tried to take innocence
From us that day.
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
Sept.05.2011
7:10 P.M PST
It’s Not Your Place to Judge Me
It’s not your place to judge me
For my limitations…The things
You think I can not do.
It’s not your place to look at me
And say you can’t do this…
I may have my limitations
But being judgmental is more
Of a limitation than any “Label”
You could tag me with…
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
1/24/2013
Childhood’s Gift
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It was a gift A child’s gift A single rose To tell Mommy he loved her. It was a gift A precious gift Something that money could Not buy It spoke simply of Childhood’s innocence. It was a gift A Child’s gift To the Mother he loved. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 5/5/2012 5:07 P.M PST |
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It’s Not Shadows
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Image Copyright SMPhotograpy 2011 It’s more than shadows That carry me through Not some empty shadowed faith Of some empty idols Its the faith that allows me to do What I do Faith in the man that Died for me on that cross On Calvary The man that gave me The words I write And the words I pray. It’s not shadows But a faith in something True and real. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 8/05/2011 9:14 P.M PST |
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What Does it Take
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What does it take For our words to be heard For our passion to be felt? How many poems do we have to write That fall on deaf ears Before we question Our gifts our abilities? How many stories Do we have to tell? We write because we have something to say A song to sing A story to tell A message to get out One we pray does not fall on Deaf ears, But like everyone we get frustrated We question our abilities Our worth. Copyright Michelle R Kidwell 1/06/2012 11:36 A.M PST |
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