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Hannah Jones May 2017
Lima has my heart
I was loved by these children
Until it hurt me

I don't speak Spanish
Yet they laughed and played with me
They called me their friend

Playground encounter
I thought I'd never see them
But the Lord provides

The hardest goodbye
Was to the mob of children
Kissing me farewell

Why do you love me?
We can't talk, I won't be back
Why are you so pure?

I will miss you all
Each of you has touched my heart
More than you can know
Over spring break I went on a mission trip to Peru. I didn't know much Spanish and couldn't communicate without my friends translating, but the kids I met were so beautiful and open, it broke my heart to say goodbye. Many chance encounters that were nothing short of a miracle inspired each stanza. Written through tears on the plane back to the USA.
Hannah Jones May 2017
I gave you my fries
Knowing that I was hungry
Yet I died to self
A girl my size doesn't give up her food unless she's in love. Too bad he was too clueless to realize why I let him finish my lunch.
  May 2017 Hannah Jones
Ryan Holden
If I was an eagle,
Soaring through skies,
If I was a cloud,
And my inner self dries.

If I was a giant,
Who never hurt flies,
If I was a demon,
With red, behind my eyes.

If I was Benedict Arnold,
Who always told lies,
Would you still love me,
Despite my disguise?
Just a quick write :)
Hannah Jones May 2017
Am I lovely?
I know I'm loved,
I'm lovable,
I'm loving.
But am I lovely?
Am I delightful?
Am I truly cherished?
If not now, will I ever be?
Will anyone ever call me Their Love,
Their Delight,
Their Cherished One?
Will I ever be found in Your heart?
Am I what anyone will pursue?
Will anyone fight for me?
Will anyone feel like a man
by being with me?

Jesus, am I lovely?
Will I ever be the princess,
will I be a part of the narrative?
Will my beauty ever be unveiled?
Will anyone ever want to know my heart?

I know I’m not too much,
I know I’m more than enough,
but am I lovely?
I never claim to be talented; my poetry is mere therapy. A reflection on the book "Captivating" by John and Staci Eldredge.
  May 2017 Hannah Jones
Angela Moreno
I love you.
With all of my being I love you.
To take a bullet for you,
I would not hesitate.
My only request would be
To please aim for the brain
And not the heart,
So that my heart remains in tact
To continue loving you
For as long as the sky stretches
And as deeply as the ocean rests.
  May 2017 Hannah Jones
Star BG
Creative enhanced blood cells move within
as I harvest kind words.
They enter the mind to explode
expanding, blooming,
tickling senses to write.

The moon is lit to enhance as
well the sun with its rays bright.
And when it rains moisture touches skin
to anoint cells with boost bringing forth words.

Words to enrich and inspire others
All in the day of a poet.
A poet, who flies in dreamscape fantasies.

StarBG © 2017
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