The Moon Cry
Pressed against the window,
Can’t feel the wind blow.
Look to the sky, you can see the moon cry.
Every night witness lost souls in a world that is so cold.
The family on the streets don’t have enough to eat or a decent place to sleep.
Nation rise against nation destroying this beautiful creation.
Food shortages everywhere without a dime to spare.
Storms and Earthquakes kill so many and cause so much heartache.
Nightly witness you see all of this affliction.
You gave a sigh and burst out and cried.
Your tears come as dark rain, you’ve seen all the pain.
Time is wasting. The Good News is being preached to all the nations.
Then the end will come and Jehovah’s will be done.
In the meantime, the moon sit and cry.
Pressed against the window,
Can’t feel the wind blow.
Look to the sky, you can see the moon cry.
Every night witness lost souls in a world that is so cold.
The family on the streets don’t have enough to eat or a decent place to sleep.
Nation rise against nation destroying this beautiful creation.
Food shortages everywhere without a dime to spare.
Storms and Earthquakes kill so many and cause so much heartache.
Nightly witness you see all of this affliction.
You gave a sigh and burst out and cried.
Your tears come as dark rain, you’ve seen all the pain.
Time is wasting. The Good News is being preached to all the nations.
Then the end will come and Jehovah’s will be done.
In the meantime, the moon sit and cry.
- Member since July 4, 2004.
- I'm a citrine experience poet for 156 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "I'm Living My life! Are You Living Yours?".
- I am a woman from Arkansas (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Teacher.
- Visit my homepage at www.walgifts.com
- I have 156 comments, 1 addline, 3 columns, 17 poems, 3 stories, 1 philosophy
Poems I'm focused on
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Want let yall know I love a man who takes control.
He knows how to do it and knows how to use it and never ever abuse it.
My Poetry
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I see you standing there by the window looking so sad.
I have witnessed all the trouble on the earth.13 lines, 1 comment, December 30, 2009 -
I don’t want to be mistaken for a woman who doesn’t love you.
I may go my way but your memory stays right in my heart.12 lines, October 25, 2009 -
Jehovah is good, Jehovah is great
He had his word written down for everyone’s sake.22 lines, October 13, 2009
My Stories
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Knock, knock / “Shay check the door.” grandpa says through the walls. / “Okay!” I replied happily. I was thankful for the knocking intrusion to this bleak day. I opened the door and was surprised. It2255 lines, July 15, 2007. In 2000-5000 words
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You Can Call Me Satan the Devil / Don't believe that I exist / But I am all in your mist / I told Eve that she will definitely not die / I
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I Am Ready To Go. / I am ready to go. / Ready to step across that mysterious line. / Don’t know what tomorrow may bring / But it must be be
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NyteShade : Hi on July 28, 2007Thanks
Im glad you liked the story. There's another installment to the hours between midnight.
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NyteShade : Hi on July 28, 2007Thanks Im glad you liked the story. There's another installment to the hours between midnight.
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Stingersinger53 on June 18, 2006Hi! I just thought I'd cometo your page and say thanks again for reading my poetry. I see your from arkansas. Me Too! I'm glad to know I'm not the only one.
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poechild3 on May 15, 2006hey my sister.....
its poechild3...
i think its been quite a minute ago since we've last corresponded.
i think i read a new piece of yours a while back and sent you a system message...
im still intrigued by your style of art....
from time i go in check out all the other poets
and see where every body's heads are at.
you'd be surprised the content matter of the average human being; i myself included...
we have some far gone twistedness about us...
im starting to see a pattern with alot poetry in here...
its becoming very dark and bleak...
people's minds are constantly focusing on negative energy...
they write about escape from darkness and hell...bloodshed and tears...
all kinds of warfare;
just total bleakness.... mm mm mm
people fail to realize that our minds...
we don't give a enough credit for its capabilities
"So a man thinketh, so he is"
and that's all i have to say about that______
my poetry right now has been pretty steady...
i thank GOD for everyday life...
i guess that's truly my creative inspiration...
i believe at times im worried about a lot of things
and when i find the words to translate them into to poetry...
i see everything for what i think it really is...
but sometimes life is not what our perceptions usually are..
we need JESUS girrl......
any way hope to hear from you
peace and blessings
