The Night by Dorcas W

This poem "The Night" is by Dorcas W, who submitted this through our Guest Blogging system. To find more about it, and submit something yourself, go to this page: Guest Blogging.

About the Author:
Ever since I realized I had a passion for reading, I have had a passion for writing. Whenever there was a school writing project, if I had an inspiration, I always put it in the book. When we started the Debra Holmes group, I was more than happy to help write the Fanfiction series for Warriors. Mostly, though, I have to give credit to my friend BH for showing me how interesting random thoughts can be. She does talk about half rhinos and hippos a lot...

The Night

As I lift my head up,

I gaze at the stars.

Twinkling little orbs of light

Illuminating the night.

I lay back on the grass

While the comforting light

Of the multicolored stars

Shines on me.

I shift my gaze onto

A large spherical shape,

The silvery crater-filled

Wondrous moon.

The leaves block the stars

And leave the moon to be seen,

As if the trees themselves

Will me to worship

In the beautiful light of the moon.

As I lay there all night,

Entranced by the beauty

Of God's creation-

The lesser lights.

Then as Dawn approached,

Spreading her wings,

The lesser lights faded

And the Greater light appeared.

By Dorcas W 

Words by Pippa Liber

This poem "Words" is by Pippa Liber, who submitted this through our Guest Blogging system. To find more about it, and submit something yourself, go to this page: Guest Blogging.

About the author:

My name is Pippa Liber, and I work at the Pippa Liber Words Company, where I write all day! I feel like writing makes you feel like you are alive and part of something. It really helps you learn to be your own person! I also enjoy boating, reading, acting, making pottery, advertising, and cooking.

You can find her blog at: Read. Now. Today

                                                                   Words

I love words. 

Imagine how hard it would be to survive without them.

 Each word is unique, like a fingerprint 

Sweet like peppermint. 

We need every word in this world. 

Try choosing 10, even 50 to keep. 

You couldn't do that. 

Losing a word is like losing family. 

And then there are bad words. 

Swear words. 

No-no words. 

What makes them so bad? 

What is their story? 

And then there are good words. 

Pleasant words. 

Yes-yes words. 

What makes them so good? 

Could you make a yes-yes word a no-no word? 

Every word has a story 

Just like every person. 

Every word has a personality. 

Just like you and me. 

We can dig deeper and see. 

Poems

Before school ended, my 6th grade homeroom had poetry class together. Now, unusually, my class enjoyed it and the kids who continually annoyed everybody (me included) actually turned in some great pieces of work. It is really amazing, what poetry does to you. Poetry can really inspire and give someone courage or an obsession. What I like about poetry the most is that it can be interpreted any way. And all poetry is different. Although the most common type is rhyming poetry, there is also acrostic, ballad, canto, epic, couplet, dirge, found poems, free verse, hymn, Italian sonnet, lyric, limerick, mock epic, and so, so, so many more.
Another thing about poetry is that it can be written in so many different tones. You can spell your words and meaning straight out, like a branch, stripped away of all it's bark, or you can weave rhythm and meaning and mystery in a lovely flowing river of words. I prefer to have dark, black tones in my poems, and to thread hidden meanings in the words. My poems usually are not very long, though.
My Language Arts teacher, however, disagreed with me. She thought that my poems did not make much sense, but I disagreed. My teacher did not make a great effort to understand the poem, and made me change it to what I thought was a boring, bland, amature piece of writing.