This poem is about a lady named Mary Hume. She grow up to be someone who always thinks negatively of everything around her in all of her years of living. She never accepts the way things are and come to be, and she is always looking at the imperfections in others and things. I think this poem teaches us an important lesson. Mary Hume, who is never completely satisfied with anything in her life, dies, goes to Heaven, and learns that she is less than perfect. This comes to show that people who are overly critical sometimes are unaware of their own imperfections. Like they say, "you get what you get and you don't get upset." Nothing is going to be perfect, since we live in a fallen world. We just have to understand that only God and His Kingdom in paradise.
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While going to school, I was reminded on many occasions that this would be the last year in which I would drive this path with my sister and father to the Academy of the Most Blessed Sacrament. The briskness of the breeze brushed my golden, long hair behind me. I could feel my hair linger beside my head, trying to catch on with my pace. The hummingbirds hovered in heavenly harmony.There are many amazing memories that I can still recall to this day when attending A.M.B.S. On the first day of school, I recall the greenish, brownish leaves swirl below me, forming a tornado of petals in the air. "Swoosh, swoosh,"the branches would sway. The weather was as if I had moved to the south. I was sweating bullets with my heavy school uniform on and my backpack full of supplies. I could feel the salty drops slide and drip down my neck. However, I felt a chip on my shoulder when I was about to enter the school's entrance. Although excited, I was nervous for the transition of being a seventh grader to becoming an eighth grader. My class would be at the top of the heap, and I would become one of the big bees. I was also cautious of how I acted, for I did not want to rub anyone the wrong way, especially on the first day of school. I remember things being hectic; teachers were swarming in and out of there classrooms, trying to settle down their classes. I greeted my homeroom teacher, Ms. Wetzel, and from that moment on, I have experienced exhilarating moments with friends, classmates, and all of the teachers. "Everyone Has a Story" by: Christy Hardy
This poem explains reality: how everyone on earth has a story. Whether their lives are sad or happy, everyone's is meaningful in a special way. There may be trouble or doubting thoughts, or there may be joy and gratefulness; but whatever it may be, everyone has a story. This poem expresses different poetic uses and devices, such as adjectives and figurative language. She includes different metaphors throughout the poem to keep the mood and tone consistent, as well as to add a more dramatic feel, instead of being more literal. It is a great way for us readers to connect with her writing. She writes a narrative poem about a person who struggles, but finds his/her way out of the situation through faith. This is all a lesson to be learned, for us Catholics. That although times can be hard, and when we have to let out sad tears, we must remain strong in God's love ad know that everything is going to turn out okay. ![]() Everyone Has a Story By: Christy Hardy The clouds are now fading, as the rainbow of life breaks through, once my tears fell heavy, but now only a trace of misty blue. Sometimes we have no reason, answers can't be found, but we still stand on our Faith, praying for stable ground. Many pathways are given, that's where common sense can't be blind, for what we choose today, can push us forward, or leave us behind. Years are a blessing, if we learn from where we've been, but if we never humble our self, the clouds will come again. Everyone has a story, our journey of tears and smiles, we are the keepers of the memories, and all those lifetime miles. The Unicorn
from the book "Where the Sidewalk Ends" (1974) A long time ago, when the earth was green and there was more kinds of animals than you've ever seen, and they run around free while the world was bein' born, and the lovliest of all was the Unicorn. There was green alligators and long-neck geese. There was humpy bumpy camels and chimpanzees. There was catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born the lovliest of all was the Unicorn. But the Lord seen some sinnin', and it caused him pain. He says, "Stand back, I'm gonna make it rain." He says, "Hey Brother Noah, I'll tell ya whatcha do. Go and build me a floatin' zoo. And you take two alligators and a couple of geese, two humpy bumpy camels and two chimpanzees. Take two catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born, Noah, don't you forget my Unicorn." Now Noah was there, he answered the callin' and he finished up the ark just as the rain was fallin'. He marched in the animals two by two, and he called out as they went through, "Hey Lord, I got your two alligators and your couple of geese, your humpy bumpy camels and your chimpanzees. Got your catsandratsandelephants - but Lord, I'm so forlorn 'cause I just don't see no Unicorn." Ol' Noah looked out through the drivin' rain but the Unicorns were hidin', playin' silly games. They were kickin' and splashin' in the misty morn, oh them silly Unicorn. The the goat started goatin', and the snake started snakin', the elephant started elephantin', and the boat started shaking'. The mouse started squeakin', and the lion started roarin', and everyone's abourd but the Unicorn. I mean the green alligators and the long-neck geese, the humpy bumpy camels and the chimpanzees. Noah cried, "Close the door 'cause the rain is pourin' - and we just can't wait for them Unicorn." Then the ark started movin', and it drifted with the tide, and the Unicorns looked up from the rock and cried. And the water come up and sort of floated them away - that's why you've never seen a Unicorn to this day. You'll see a lot of alligators and a whole mess of geese. You'll see humpy bumpy camels and lots of chimpanzees. You'll see catsandratsandelephants, but sure as you're born you're never gonna see no Unicorn I walk step by step towards the door
Realizing that it is the way to freedom But I look around and see a grey shore My eyes are locked in a startling system My mother takes my hand And turns the knob to the right I try to twist and turn to disband But she is holding it oh so tight The feeling in my eyes has run through me From my hair down to my toe My heart has lost its key And it is thumping out of flow My eyes are burning as I see the light They are gaining sensitivity I squint to the sight Of the blurry gleams in my degree The leaves rattle, brush and bustle And though I cannot see the branches I can hear and imagine the birds rustle In the clouds above the crow bashes Churning storms in the bland milieu Pacing past in the windows of the vehicle Black and white is my life-lasting hue The profile of my mother's face impresses dull Her open mouth just shrank Could she have any thoughts? Her expression looks so blank... Thinking about my future must have her in knots I cannot even wonder about my future Whom will I become? This question leaves me with no answer One with no sight must be of no centrum Once we arrive at the place we so call "school" My mother turns pale I yell to myself inside, "why is this world so cruel?" I stop and freeze: I'm going to learn braille I feel the world halt to stop The clocks are no longer ticking My heart is the only thing I hear that is about to pop And violently, I wring I wrung when I realized what reality truly was And what a scary place the earth really is I wrung when I saw my mother haws And when she ran to me in a fizz Now I know why my mother is in a daze She is mesmerized by the accident... I was four, and since then she would gaze, And I have never again skated with such embracement
By: Grace Velarde
Though days were blurred, bewildering, and stale Though obstacles were hard-hitting when there was no prevail Though my mind was burning with the tightest friction Though there was madness raging inside of me with such ambition Though my voice cried out in pain Though the beauty of life was an insignificant grain Though there was only darkness and no glow Though instead of being a friend I became a foe Though the world’s doors are closed on me Though I am alone, abandoned, and simply lonely Though I cannot bear to fight the enemy no more Though surviving in hopelessness ended me up in a core Though the void echoed with regret and null Though there was failure knocking in my skull Though anger and weakness flowed through my veins Though the clouds were lined with heavy, grey chains Though I was disoriented, frail, and hustled Though I saw nothing but shadows bundled You held out your hand and grasped my heart You lit a light and tore my shell apart My shell that was disastrous, faithless, and dark My shell that contained me in a winded bark My shell that blocked me from the second universe My shell that is now torn and has opened me into a verse A verse of life, beauty, and patience A verse of purity, belief, and pleasance A verse of happiness, strength, and hope A verse that has me running down a slope A slope that is freely rolling A slope that can never be controlling A slope that has granted me shalom A slope that has led me to Your home "Because of You"by: Jacqueline Burciaga
This poem, "Because of You," is written in the first person by Jacquline Burciaga. The author wrote the poem as if it were a thanksgiving letter to God, thanking Him for always being there for her, even when her faith wasn't that strong. She thanked God for forgiving her sins, and for giving her the strength to seek him as well as the point and her mission in life. The central purpose and message she is trying to forward to her readers is God is a loving God, and He will always welcome you and grant you his forgiveness, no matter how difficult times could get. The theme of this poem is thanks. Almost all of the sentences begin with "Because of You," which proclaims that she is appreciative and grateful for all God does in her life. The tone is deep and sincere. It is achieved by using different scenarios in which generally everyone encounters, as well as various events and obstacles she struggled through with her faith. Jacquline Burciaga writes to allow her readers to make a connection with each of the trials she mentioned in her writing piece. She used perceptual imagery so that we can make the connections with her poem by perceiving the point that she is trying to make. She used, for example, the words "light" and "darkness" in the fourth sentence to vaguely point out the generalization of both the obstacles as well as the happiness we face in our lives. In all of her sentences, she made a reference to our imperfect world. She used allusions in all of her sentences as well so we can fully experience and connect to her message. She used broad words to get her point across. A great example is the very first sentence in her poem. It dictates that God is there for us, and He will help guide us through tough times; that is what this poem is about. Almost all of her sentences begin with "Because you" which represents her giving credit to all the blessings God has given her. I loved the poem because it inspires readers to think back on their past. However, a suggestion to making her poem more dramatic is to make it rhyme. |
Author In this page, we look at two inspirational poems, one of which I discovered, and one that I wrote myself. They inspire us and motivate all of us to make a difference and turn our hearts to God. Survey |