This is one of my random poems.

Let No Charitable Hope
by Elinor Wylie

Now let no charitable hope
Confuse my mind with images
Of eagle and of antelope:
I am by nature none of these.

I was, being human, born alone;
I am, being woman, hard beset;
I live by squeezing from a stone
What little nourishment I get.

In masks outrageous and austere
The years go by in single file;
But none has merited my fear,
And none has quite escaped my smile.

A poem about conservation.


By Fletcher Williams

The darkness of shadow-like wolves
Darting across the night like
Black bullets, and the moon
Shimmering like a sphere of glowing mass.
Let us save lush grass, green as green
Can be, but, best of all,
Imagination flowing with joy, aha,
Images it is composed of, it is this
That is making the earth grow
With flavor and destination.

These words have never meant as much to anyone as they now mean to me, for in the fine print He tells me what's wrong and what's right <3

"Song"

Dust Bowl Dance
by Mumford and Sons


The young man stands on the edge of his porch
The days were short and the father was gone
There was no one in the town and no one in the field
This dusty barren land had given all it could yield

I've been kicked off my land at the age of sixteen
And I have no idea where else my heart could have been
I placed all my trust at the foot of this hill
And now I am sure my heart can never be still
So collect your courage and collect your horse
And pray you never feel this same kind of remorse

Seal my heart and brake my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done and do my time

Well you are my accuser, now look in my face
Your opression reeks of your greed and disgrace
So one man has and another has not
How can you love what it is you have got
When you took it all from the weak hands of the poor?
Liars and thieves you know not what is in store

There will come a time I will look in your eye
You will pray to the God that you always denied
The I'll go out back and I'll get my gun
I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

Seal my heart and brake my pride
I've nowhere to stand and now nowhere to hide
Align my heart, my body, my mind
To face what I've done and do my time

Well yes sir, yes sir, yes it was me
I know what I've done, cause I know what I've seen
I went out back and I got my gun
I said, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

Salvation
Charlie Hall


Salvation, spring up from the ground
Lord, rend the Heavens, and come down
Seek the lost and heal the lame;
Jesus bring glory to your name!
Let all the prodigals run home,
All of creation waits and groans.
Lord, we've heard of your great name;
Father, cause all to shout Your name.

Stir up our hearts, Oh God;
Open our spirits to awe who You are.
Put a cry in us so deep inside
That we cannot find the words we need,
We just weep and cry out to You.

"Hope"

Auf Wiedersehen
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
We wait for the Again!

The friends who leave us do not feel the sorrow
Of parting, as we feel it, who must stay
Lamenting day by day,
And knowing, when we wake upon the morrow,
We shall not find in its accustomed place
The one beloved face.

It were a double grief, if the departed,
Being released from earth, should still retain
A sense of earthly pain;
It were a double grief, if the true-hearted,
Who loved us here, should on the farther shore
Remember us no more.

Believing, in the midst of our afflictions,
That death is a beginning, not an end,
We cry to them, and send
Farewells, that better might be called predictions,
Being fore-shadowings of the future, thrown
Into the vast Unknown.

Faith overleaps the confines of our reason,
And if by faith, as in old times was said,
Women received their dead
Raised up to life, then only for a season
Our partings are, nor shall we wait in vain
Until we meet again!

Hope


An old Welsh hymn.

Fair and comely is my Saviour
Fairest of the fair is He;
King of kings I hail Him gladly
Here and through eternity;
His great beauty Has completely
Won my soul.

See above the clouds and shadows,
See, my soul, the land of light
Where the breeze is ever balmy,
Where the sky is ever bright.
Blessed myriads now enjoy its' perfect peace.

Now at length a mighty rapture
Thrills this troubled heart of mine,
In the prospect of possessing
This inheritance divine;
Ever blessed they that seek this Land of Rest.

Yes, we part, but not for ever-
Joyful hopes our bosoms swell;
They who love the Saviour never
Know a long, a last farewell!
Blissful unions lie beyond this parting veil.