It’s Raining Poetry!


Are you a poet? Have you written numerous poetry throughout your life? If you’re a frequent visitor here, you know very well that I keep a monthly poem page to share my poetry with others and make a true difference πŸ™‚ 

I think of Edgar Allan Poe when poetry comes to mind. I’m sure all of you remember “The Raven” and the darkly ironic words that could only come straight from Poe’s mind. I liked his poetry. My favorite poets are Emily Dickinson and Dr. Suess. These three have very rhythmic, story-like poetry. I base my love for poetry from this. I write a lot of stories in my poetry. Otherwise I find it relatively boring. My first poem, for example, was about my favorite tree in my backyard at home and how it gradually died. It won a blue ribbon at the county fair. I had it framed too. 

Lately I’ve been mulling over a lot of different things in my life while trying to stay strong and grow closer to the Lord through trials I’ve been experiencing. I firmly believe such trials help us grow πŸ™‚ So I decided to write a poem about it that I’ve decided to share with you this week. I will put it as the monthly poem for March as well. I should point out though that most of the time, my poems do not rhyme. But that’s also the beauty of poetry too. I hope you all enjoy it and the rest of your week πŸ™‚ 


By Jenna Kinzler 

Silence! Can you hear it? 

Can you hear the whispers in the naked darkness? Echoing my thoughts, causing me to ponder longer. 

It all starts with a sign, a whisper, 

God telling me to begin and then begin again, 

To breathe again will be a beautiful adventure. 

To live for real will be the true test of time, 

Whether I’ve truly faced all the demons lurking there, beneath the surface of the trials. 

Can I still hear the voiceless promise? 

Maybe someday it’ll appear for real. 

The calm before the storm is always haunting me, pushing me on. 

My love for him is still my greatest love, my greatest moment and truest ally. 

Coffee is a reminder sometimes. 

The ghost drives me hoping and then is suddenly laughing, then abruptly swept up, falling up, up, up into the torpedo storm, into the future possibly where it is no longer there. 

I try to grasp for it, fighting to hold on tight, but it disappears and then I am alone again. 

Until God reminds me He is still with me endlessly. 

I will fight, I will work 

Until the time of sunset is there, 

Where I know the contentment of where I truly belong

And then there will be no ending, no reminder always with me.

All that’ll remain is a perfect, beautiful song.