Yes I Can

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Poetry about Confidence and Insecurity.

If I were to be completely honest,
I’ve never been the most confident guy.
I’ve woken up every day
with a fear of succeeding in life.

Fear of failure and insecurity,
Enough to make you roll up in a ball.
When your a kid, you don’t have to worry.
I wish I didn’t have to worry at all.

Yes, I can. . .
Yes, I can. . .

You can wait your whole life.
Say the words a hundred times.
But when you say it,
and you mean it,
it’s more than just making a rhyme.

My dad never made it,
never made it in life.
Now I’ve started a family;
will I make it for my wife?

Yes, I can. . .
Yes, I can. . .

You can wait your whole life.
Say the words a hundred times.
But when you say it,
and you mean it,
it’s more than just making a rhyme.

With confidence,
Yes, I can.

Sound of Passion

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Poetry about Love and Passion

Elegance.
I see it in your face.
It glows from your eyes.
I don’t say it as much as I should, love,
I don’t know the reason why.

You still take my breathe away
every time our eyes meet.
You are the definition of elegance
and the passion that makes my heart beat.

Snowglobe

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Poetry about Childhood Memories

Looking outside the window,
streets buried in white.
Too much snow for the busses from school,
and for us, that was more than alright.
Walking outside the door.
Snow melting on your face.
Chimneys puffing the smoke of wood fires.
The air of Winter, leaving its taste.

There’s scent of your coat collar
as you’re sledding down the hill.
The cold breeze of Jack Frost,
catching you when your still.
Your ears are nipped, your toes are numb,
but hey, so are mine.
A childhood picture, hanging in my mind,
Winter memories hidden in time.

Holiday Mashup Blogmas Contest Christmas Poetry

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Poetry about Christmas, Faith, and Love for the Blogmas Contest.

Dark chocolate simmering on the stoves.
White snowflakes painting the trees.
Colored lights wrapping around the windows.
A child savoir born to make man and woman free.

And you hear the old hymns coming from a manger;
the long desire of a traveling stranger:

“Your Spirit, One touch.
Panacea.
Your voice, I heard.
Panacea.
My faith, You Lit.
Panacea.
My Heart, Your Love.
Panacea.”

And as the night slowly drifts away.
You’re awakened by the cares of the day:

I’m so broke, it’s not even funny.
I can’t afford the weather when it’s sunny.
My pockets have holes – they’re leaking all of my money
and I still have to buy a gift for my hunny!

But still, it’s Christmas and I remember:

The money comes and goes.
Presents, I’ll forget.
But we’ll build bridges to our hearts, love,
and that’s as good as it gets.

Merry Christmas Everyone! I’ll end with a quote from one of the most memorable Christmas movies!

“No man is a failure who has friends.”
[Mark Twain, and also] Clarence, “It’s a Wonderful Life.”

This poem is actually a combination of three of my favorite poems that I’ve written over the past couple months.

It was submitted to KaylaAnn’s Blogmas Contest. Be sure to check it out and maybe even join!

The three pieces of poetry that used in the Holiday Mashup for the contest are:

Bridges at Christmas

I’m So Broke

Remedy

Thanks for Reading and Check Out my Blog: Scribbled to Paper.

Insecurity

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Poetry about Searching for Identity.

We could spend our whole lives searching
for some kind of Identity.
Trying to figure out
the person in you and me.
At the end of the road,
there was no special message there.
We found out when we finished,
that the answer was always there.

If you want to know who you are,
Stop trying to prove it to everyone.
Know where you’re meant to be,
without forgetting where you’re from.
Keep it simple and keep it right.
You’ve got to feel that peace within.
You can be all that you want to,
just remember the bite of sin.

When you step outside your door,
shake off insecurity.
Stand up straight and smile.
Be who you were made to be.
You were made in God’s image,
not made to follow man’s.
Be better because you want to,
not to make that extra friend.

If you want to know who you are,
Stop trying to prove it to everyone.
Know where you’re meant to be,
without forgetting where you’re from.
Keep it simple and keep it right.
You’ve got to feel that peace within.
You can be all that you want to,
just remember the bite of sin.

Doves 

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Poetry of Faith and Power.

You can break me with just one touch;
Like electric power, it doesn’t take much.

I can’t make You, You do as you please;
Like a sailor can’t summon the breeze.

I never knew a brokenness could feel so free;
It’s a bondage that breaks the chains off of me.

It’s faith, you never ask for a dime;
all I have to do is stop and take the time.

When your wind blows, I’ll stand and take it in;
like breathe from a wing, violent freeing within.