The Night Before Jesus Came

The Night Before Jesus Came…
‘Twas the night before Jesus came and all through the house

Not a creature was praying not one in the house.
Their Bibles were lain on the shelf without care
In hopes the Jesus would not come there.


The children were dressing to crawl into bed,
Not once ever kneeling or bowling a head.
And Mom in her rocker with baby on her lap
Was watching the Late Show while I took a nap


When out of the East there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to me feet to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash!


Then what to my wondering eyes should appear
But angels proclaiming that Jesus was here!
With a light like the sun sending forth a bright ray,
I knew in a moment this must be THE DAY!


The light of His face made me cover my head;
It was Jesus! Returning just like He had said.
And though I possessed worldly wisdom and wealth,
I cried when I saw him in spite of myself.


In the Book of Life which He held in His hand
Was written the name of every saved man.
He spoke not a word as He searched for my name;
When he said, “It’s not here”, my head hung in shame.

The people whose names had been written with love
He gathered to take to His father above.
Wish those who were ready He rose without a sound
While all the rest were left standing around.


I fell to my knees, but it was too late;
I had waited too long and thus sealed my fate.
I stood and I cried as they rose out of sight;
Oh, if only I had been ready tonight!


In the words of this poem, the meaning is clear;
The coming of Jesus is drawling near.
There’s only one life and when comes the last call
We’ll find that the Bible was true after all!

Author Anonymous

Thank you SO much Michaela for this wonderful Christmas poem!

The Turtle and the Rabbit

I wish that I could be the turtle;

Running in the race.

For though the bunny’s very fast;

I set a steady pace.

 

He starts off with leaps and hops;

When we first begin.

But he’ll soon rest, then I’ll pass by,

And in the end I’ll win!

 

By Nicole S. E.

 

I was inspired to write this simple, short poem by the story of the Turtle and the Hair.

 

Sister

For there is no friend like a sister,
In calm or stormy weather,
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands.

By Christina G. Rossetti

Thank you Michaela for this poem

The Caterpillar

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry;
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk.

May no toad spy you,
May the little bird pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.
by Christina G. Rosetti

Remeber how we had to spend some time every day to memorize this? And then we all recited it at Mrs. Dillards class together? Along with other poems that we had learned?

Thank you ,Michaela, for this fun poem!

Barbara Frietchie

Up from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn.

The clustered spires of Fredrick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,\

Fair as the garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall;

Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Fredrick town.

Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,

Flapped in the morning wind: the sun
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.

Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;

Bravest of all in Fredrick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down;

In her attic window staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.

Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall  Jackson riding ahead.

Under his slouched hat left and right
He glanced; the old flag met his sight.

"Halt!" -- the dust brown ranks stood fast
"Fire!" -- out blazed the rifle blast.

It shivered the window, pane, and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash.

Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf.

She leaned far out on the window-will,
And shook it forth with a royal will.

"Shoot, if you must, this old gray head,
But spare your country's flag," she said.

A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;

The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman's deed and word;

"Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!" he said.

All day long that free flag tost
Over the heads of the rebel host.

Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;

And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night.

Barbara Frietchie's work is o'er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.

Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on stonewall's bier.

Over Barbara Frietchie's grave,
Flag of freedom and Union, wave!

Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;

And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Fredrick town!


By John Greenleaf Whittier

Happy Fourth of July!

Hello,

        In honor of indepence day I searched around and found some poems for the occasion. Unfortunately, I haven't finished the one that I am working on, but I hope you will enjoy this poem.

HAPPY FOURTH!

Nicole S. E.

Happy Birthday!

Hooray it is your birthday!

The day has just begun,

Make a birthday wish;

And then have lots of fun.

You’re such a special person;

You haven’t got a clue;

How fun it is to sing,

 happy birthday to you!

~ By Nicole S. E.

I Wrote This Poem For My Sister On Her Birthday, Because She IS "Such A Special Person"!

To the First Robin

Welcome, welcome, little stranger;
Fear no harm and fear no danger.
We a glad to see you here,
For you sind, "Sweet spring is near."

Now the white snow melts away;
Now the flowers blossom gay.
Come, dear bird, and build you nest,
For we love our robin best.

~ By Louisa May Alcott
  (written at age eight)

Today

Here hath been dawning another blue day:
Think, wilt though let it slip useless away?
   Out of eternity is this new day born;
   Into eternity, at night, will return.
Behold it aforetime, no eye ever did;
So soon it forever from all eyes is hid.
   Here hath been dawning another blue day;
   Think wilt though let it slip useless away?

~ Thomas Carlyle

A Wise Old Owl

A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;
The less he spoke the more he heard;
Why can't we all be like that bird?

~ Edward Hershey Richards

This poem was in my poetry practice book, I liked it, and here it is!

My Baptism

I wanted to get baptized, 
   To show my love for Jesus,
To tell that I had realized ;
   That Christ through death redeemed us.

To give my testimony,
   I stood before the church,
I felt God's love suround me,
   His shoulders were my perch.

Dad wrapped his arms around me,
   Encouraged me to go,
Though trembling in body;
   My heart was all aglow.

We went down to the water,
   And waded in a ways,
I was baptized then and there,
   May Christ get all the praise!

                                ~ By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this poem (as you might have already guessed) after I was baptized.

Tied Down?

"They tie you down," a woman said,
Whose cheeks should have been flaming red
With shame to speak of children so.
"When babies come you cannot go
In search of pleasure with your friends,
And all your happy wandering ends.
The things you like you cannot do,
For Babies make a slave of you."
I looked at her and said: "'Tis true
That children make a slave of you,
And tie you down with many a knot,
But have you never thought to what
It is of happiness and pride
That little babies have you tied?
Do you not miss the greater joys
That come with little girls and boys?
"They tie you down to laughter rare,
To hours of smiles and hours of care,

To nights of watching and to fears;

Sometimes they tie you down to tears
And then repay you with a smile,
And make your trouble all worth while.
They tie you fast to chubby feet,
To cheeks of pink and kisses sweet.
"They fasten you with cords of love
To God divine, who reigns above.
They tie you, whereso'er you roam,
Unto the little place called home;
And over sea or railroad track
They tug at you to bring you back.
The happiest people in the town
Are those the babies have tied down.
"Oh, go your selfish way and free
But hampered I would rather be,
Yes rather than a kingly crown
I would be, what you term, tied down;
Tied down to dancing eyes and charms,
Held fast by chubby, dimpled arms,
The fettered slave of girl and boy,
And win from them earth's finest joy."

-Edgar A Guest

This Poem was kindly shared with me by Michaela (a follower of my blog). Thank you! :)

Unsinkable?

If you will only sit and hear;

          All that I have to say.

You will hear about frightening things;

That happened that sad day.

In 1912 a ship set sail,

“Titanic” was its name!

There was a deafening cheer right then,

But this was no small game.

It set off with amazing speed,

It seemed to fly on air!

The captain wanted to arrive;

Before expected there!

It did a mighty risky thing,

With all its foolish pride,

And then, “An iceberg! Up ahead!”

To turn, they surely tried.

But alas I have to say,

The turn was not enough.

I hit one side with bumps and jeers;

And left the metal rough.

And leak it did! Oh what a night!

The waves would soon devour;

The ship and all its passengers,

This devastating hour!

Some sprang right out of their beds;

And got dressed in a blink!

They feared that they should all soon die;

As the ship began to sink.

Yet others slept the night away,

Not knowing of their fate.

If they’d continued on like that,

They’d find it was too late!

While second and third class had to wait,

The first class was let out!

Then they followed close behind,

And all heard a loud shout,

“Women, Children must be first!”

The captain’s voice was clear.

He shouted loud enough so that;

All the passengers could hear.

Boats were loaded and lowered,

Others jumped over the rail.

As the ship continued downward;

On the sinking trail. 

With no dry space aboard the deck;

And all commotion blurred.

“Titanic” then plunged out of sight

And the last cries were heard.

By Nicole S. E.

I Wrote this poem in honor of the 100th anniversarry of the sinking of the Titanic. It is one of the longest poems that I have ever written.

Jesus Leaves His Disciples

Jesus then told them as he floated away;

A helper I’ll send you, my peace will now stay.

By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this short little poem based off of the ascension of Jesus Christ.

Night List For Children

Work, Work, Work.

Work with all your might.

Clean, Clean, Clean.

Clean till all’s put right.

Gone, Gone, Gone.

Gone is the sun so bright.

Brush, Brush, Brush.

Brush your teeth clean white.

Smile, Smile, Smile.

Bring my heart delight.

Hug, Hug, Hug.

Hug each other tight.

Off, Off, Off.

Turn off all the light.

Drift, Drift, Drift.

Drift to sleep, “Good Night.”

                                                                                                    By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this poem as a little night routine for children. I thought it would be good to have it in poetry so that it would be easily memorized.

My Grandma

Dear Grandma there are not enough;

Good words that I can say,

To tell you how I love you;

In a great and glorious way,

So I wrote a little poem,

That I will now reveal;

It’s not much but I know through it,

I can tell you how I feel:

I cherish you with all my heart,

My love goes way down deep;

With all the lovely times we’ve had,

Lots of memories we can keep.

Remember when I was 8years ;

I was aiming for a goal ,

To perch upon a trotting horse;

And in my grip control,

Well now it’s 4 years later,

But I remember plain;

You gave me that whole “dream come true”;

And I thank you once again.

Dear Grandma there are not enough;

Good words that I can say,

To tell you how I love you;

In a great and glorious way,

I cherish you with all my heart,

My love goes way down deep;

With all the lovely times we’ve had,

Lots of memories we can keep.

And though at times waters deep,

May make us wait and wait;

Hopefully we’ll meet again ;

On one side of that great blue gate.

In an airplane or a boat,

We’ll sail across the sea;

To be together once again;

Together, you and me.

Dear Grandma there are not enough;

Good words that I can say,

To tell you how I love you;

In a great and glorious way,

I cherish you with all my heart,

My love goes way down deep;

With all the lovely times we’ve had,

Lots of memories we can keep.

Sweet, gentle, caring,

Kind, and loving too,

All I wanted to say;

Is how much I love you.

There’s so much more that I could tell;

But I’ll wrap it up and say ;

You’re a very special grandma,

In each and every way.

Dear Grandma there are not enough;

Good words that I can say,

To tell you how I love you;

In a great and glorious way,

I cherish you with all my heart,

My love goes way down deep;

With all the lovely times we’ve had,

Lots of memories we can keep.

                                                                                                                                       By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this poem for my Grandma on her birthday. I worked hard to make it say exactly what I wanted it to for my wonderful Grandma. She is so special to me that I wouldn't trade her for anything in the world. I love you Grandma.

A Miracle for the Fishermen

Early one morning some fishermen sailed;

  In from a long night of work,

Though they had been fishing all day and all night,

  They had caught nothing, They Failed!

So tired and worn they hoped on the sand,

  And met a peasant, Jesus!

He said to them, “Take me into your boat.”

  And they did and they pushed off of land.

When they were a very long ways out;

  Jesus said, “Throw out your net.”

So they did, SPLASH! It went in the water,

  The sailors were all filled with doubt.

In an instant their net gave a jerk!

  They heaved it into the boat,

Tons of squirmy, slippery fish,

T his surely was Gods handiwork!

By Nicole S. E.

I wrote this poem based on the story in the Bible.

Sunrise

One day I went outside to see the sunrise,

  The forest just before me seemed to call.

I breathed the fresh crisp air that blew around me;

  I could not hide the feeling of it all.

I sprinted forward with anticipation,

  It seemed as if my legs could make me fly,

I followed my own instinct as to where I;

  Would be climbing all the way up to the sky.

As I perched upon the top limb of the tallest tree,

  I looked to the horizon just in time;

The sun shone its ray of brilliant colour,
   The magnificent view was there, it was mine.

                                                                                                                                                                                            By  Nicole S. E.


I wrote this poem to go to the tune of "Colours of the Wind". I didn't like the lyrics but I liked the tune and I had a beautiful arrangement of the song for piano so I just wrote this poem as my lyrics.

Imagination

Imagination takes you places;

You will want to go.

Imagination gives you friends;

You will want to know.

It takes you to those far off lands;

In real life you won’t see,

For in imagination land;

There is no boundary.

Your babies might talk,

Your dollies might walk,

And you might even fly.

You might paint the grandest picture;

 And get rich. Me oh my!

One hundred dresses,

One thousand horses,

Princess you will own.

You’ll rule the whole entire world,

The Prince and you alone.

Imagination’s like a star;

That you send wishes to.

And if you do just what I said;

          You’ll find that they come true.

The rain will never keep you in;

Unless you want it to.

No need to stop imagining,

Even when you have the flu.

On dragon’s back;

No enemies attack;

Will ever hinder you.

For as a mighty knight you’re brave;

You’ll drive their armies through.

One thousand camps,

Full of champs;

From all around the world.

And you will never be afraid;

 When shots at you are hurled.

So come with me you traveler,

And take this journey long.

For in imagination land;

Nothing can go wrong.

By Nicole S. E.

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     Follow my blog;
     And watch the growth;
Of this sprouting poet-tree.
     I'll show you poems,
     Short and long.
So, come! Come follow me!

                             By Nicole S. E.

        I wrote this poem to welcome you to my blog and to encourage you to follow it so you can read my poems and poems I like, and also so you can post your poems and poems you like.