Poems!

Hey everyone,
Here are poems I've written and ones I like. I hope you enjoy them poems!
~Sandy

Letter to my hurting friends
By Sandy Cash

I know you are hurting and asking "why?"
And sometimes blaming yourself for "losing" your special someone
But let me tell you something

You are beautiful, smart, cool, fun and so much more!!
If the special someone could not see that it is their lost not yours!
You deserve the best!!!
Someone who will always love you for who you are
Someone who will always be there for you
Who sees how special you really are
And yet is your friend

I know right now you can't think of loving anyone else
Or letting someone in that close
Or feeling that there is someone special out there for you
who could love you

Let me tell you God has an amazing plan just for you!
Trust him for he cares deeply about you and loves you!

You say you don't understand this pain,
You don't know how much it hurts
Or how much I miss him/her!!
Of course I don't know exactly how you feel,
But I do know pain, missing, hurting from a love one and losing a loved one.

The thing is you just have to have faith in God
And get through this time with God's help
And with friend's help

If you need me for anything don't hesitate to ask me!!
I want to help because I love you and you are special to me!!

Friends
By Sandy Cash

I have a huge family!
No I do not mean actually related to.
What I mean is my friends!
I love them all like family.
In fact they are my family.
God gave me a wonderful family,
but he also gave me wonderful friends that are like family!

Just like a family, we are all close in some way.
We share our problems and help each other.
Sure at times we fight...just like a real family does.
After the fight we hug and say we're sorry.
We learn from our fights.
When you hurt I hurt and want to make everything feel better.
I love you, and I will always be there for you!
You mean the world to me!!
I want you to come to me with your problems!
Really I want you to, that way you are not dealing with them all by yourself...
If we deal with the problems together they are much easier.

I know I might not say it enough, but I love you!!
You mean the world to me!!
I will always be here for you!!! 


Please!!!
By Sandy Cash

Please!! Don't lose your dreams!!
Don't believe those lies that you are worthless, you are nothing etc...!!
Keep those dreams!!
I know life seems so hard and that those dreams will never come true.
But don't you see?
That's what they want you to see!!
You have to keep fighting!!
Just because they have pushed you down,
does not mean they win.
The only time they win is when you let them!
Get back up!
They want you to stay down.
You are wonderful!!
God made you!!
Nothing he makes is ugly, stupid, trash, or an idiot etc...
He loves you!! He sent is only son to die just for YOU!!
Now that is love!!
I know life keeps pushing you down and hurting you,
but with God all things are possible!!
He has a wonderful future all planned out for you!!
Don't give up hope!! He loves you even when you don't feel like anyone loves you!!
Darling don't give up!
Even when the world seems to turn it's back on you,
remember God and I are here for you!!
God can do anything!! He is all powerful!!
I am only here for you so you can cry on my shoulder,
talk to me when you need to vent,
give you a hug when you need a good hug.
I love you and it hurts me when I see you there hurting...
It  hurts me when you slowly lose hope,
please try to keep up the hope!
I know it is hard, believe me everyone has their hard times...
But you must keep up your hope!
Never lose hope otherwise you have lost everything.
Remember God is in control no matter what so never lose your hope!!
I love you, and I hope you don't give up.

Down in Jamaica
By Sandy Cash

Down in Jamaica man
There are a lot of fish.
Some of them herbivores.
Some of them omnivores.
And some even piscivores.
Plenty of color man
down under there.
It's like a little city man
down under there.
If you ever get a chance man,
go snorkeling down in Jamaica man!

Why must we grow up so fast?
By Sandra Cash

Why must we grow up so fast?
Why it seems just yesterday I was a care free little child.
Just playing with my friends, not having a worry.
Not really even know what it is to worry.
Only thing that really kept me from being happy was being afraid.
I dreamed that when I grew up, I'd be with all my besties.
We'd all go to the same high school and would all meet our "prince charming."
We'd go to colleges close by so we could keep up with each other.
Then we'd all get married to our prince charming and we'd be in each others' weddings.
We'd have families and our kids would become besties and it would start all over again.

Now I am older, and I wish for those days again.
To be so carefree would be wonderful right now.
Not having to worry about this and that.
Not having to try to figure out what you are doing for the rest of your life.
Wishing that it was easy to meet your "prince charming."

Though now I watch as my sister and younger friends just want to grow up because they think being old is so cool and you can do so much more.
They are right in you can do so much more, but with that comes a lot of responsibility.
You have to make so many hard decisions, that make you wonder did I pick the right one?
You watch your friends try to find their prince charming and watch them get hurt.
Then you also find that one, but at times it seems like it's never going to happen while you watch your friends with their boyfriends and girlfriends.

Then the next thing you know you only have one year left of high school.
You are thinking of moving out of the house.
Going to college and picking a major to go for.
After all this will be our job once you get out of college.
And you wonder where as the time gone?
Why must we all grow up so fast?? 
You ponder the question and then start to see how naive you were.
You are happy for those days but you are also looking forward to your future.

Invisible
By Sandra Cash

Invisible, why am I so invisible?
I am a person too and yet I walk alone,
No one sees me.
No one sees my pain.
I can cry, but no one sees me crying.
Because they don't see me,
they don't come to comfort me.
I might get a "Hi" from people,
but no one tries to really get to know me.
Does my scares have to be bigger for people to see them?
How I hurt and want someone to help me!!
But yet no one even dares to talk to me to get to know me.
I want someone who can tell right away if I really mean "I'm okay."
I want someone who will actually care and help me through all the pain.
Where are you?! Or are you even there?! Is there no one to help?!
And yet here I stay crying, but no one notices until it is too late.  

Friends...maybe??
By Sandra Cash

You say I am one of your closest friends
and one of your only friends.
I tell you that you are one of my closest friends too.
No, wait you are more than that,
you are my sister!
Whom I love and care about deeply.

We've had our differences,
but this time it seems different.
You are mad at me.
I tell you I am very sorry
and that I did not mean to hurt you!
You say you forgive me.
I believe you, but then....

The next thing I know
you seem to be ignoring me!
All I ask is why?
I thought you said you forgave me!!
I thought you valued our friendship more than this!
I hope this does not mean our friendship is coming to a end.
After all you are my sister...
So now I wait to find out if this means an end to our friendship or
if you still want to be my friend...

Why Must I Feel This Way?
By Sandra Cash

Why must I feel this way?!
I hurt in so many places!!
Yet as soon as I feel like I have stopped hurting...
The pain just comes back even harder than the first time.
I want to yell at you God!
Ask why you allow this?!
How could you?!
You say I'm your daughter and yet you allow this!!

Then I remember, that God is hurting when his children are hurting.
Since I am one of his children he hurts when I am hurting.
He does love me, but sin is in this world.
Because of the sin, we hurt...oh how this world can hurt people.
But God, my father, he will heal me.
He can also use my pain to help others who are in pain.
He can make the ugliest problem something beautiful.
Now I can slowly begin to understand, it is this broken world that causes this pain.
Thankfully God is hear to heal this pain.
Thank you God for healing this pain and loving me.
Thank you!

Why must it be like this?
By Sandra Cash


Why do you hate me so?
I've never done anything to you.
The only thing I have done to you is give you your space
and respect that everyone deserves.
And yet you look at me with disgust,
because of my background.
You make jokes about my skin color and my culture.
Might I remind you that you get tan and dark
when you have been out in the sun.

We are all equal and have the same rights here.
And yet you make laws against me and belittle me.
I am a lot like you except for my heritage, and skin.
Isn't this American where everyone has the same rights?
Or are we going back to when we had the Jim Crow laws?
Didn't you learn about the injustice from those laws?
And yet here we are about to do the same thing,
but to a different heritage.
Do we really need to go through another civil war?
Or anything like that?

I will have you know that I will fight against these laws
until they are taken down.
For these laws are against me and are not right what so ever!
I want my kids and other kids to be able to grow up without this
racism against them.
I will do the best I can to give these kids this dream.
For no kid or person should have to go through this.
This is my dream. just like Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream.

Pieces of Me
By Sandra Cash

Why are you pushing me away?
We were so close you and I...
We did everything together...
We had fun together...
We learned so much from each other.
You taught me how to do so may things,
Like how to be a great friend and how to be more out going
You where like my safety blanket when I was little;
You where there for me when I was hurting and when I did not feel like I fit in.

Yet now here we are,
You are pushing me away...
Can't you see how much this is hurting me?!
Why can't we still be as close as we used to be?!
Why now after all that we have been through?!
I don't want you to leave me!
You have been apart of my life for so long how can you leave me now?!

Now I sit here lost, confused and hurt.
Just wishing this was a horrible dream,
and yet knowing it is not...
I am here just wishing I did not get as close to you,
because than this would not hurt as much.
But if I did not let you get as close who knows what would have happened.
I believe I finally understand the quote:
"'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."
For if I have never known you I probably would not have been who I am today.

I will pick myself up and put myself back together.
For there shall be more people who I grow close to and love.
And they will be apart of my life just like you.
I will always be grateful for the friendship we once had,
and I will always remember the wonderful memories we had.

A Father's Concern

By Sandra Cash 

post trying to keep posting.

By Violet Jensen

Its a shame you can’t see
The difference between
Two friends and the one thing they share
The love of their lives
And one has gone
I wish you could see
How it has hurt him
Love of me life
You would do just the same
His love has left him
Without any reason why
He has a right to know
I just wish would see
That the reason he needs to know
He though it was
Love
You argue with me
“He needs to let go”
“But he needs to know”
He thought it was love
Had his heart torn apart
Can you just be there
For the sake that your friends
I wish you could see
How it has hurt him
Love of me life
You would do just the same
His love has left him
Without any reason why
He has a right to know
I just wish would see
That the reason he needs to know
He thought it was
Love
He has seen what she is
He knows what she’s done
Now he needs our help
He needs us as friends
Just to be there for him
Tell him all will be well
And he’s not all alone
I wish you could see
How it has hurt him
Love of me life
You would do just the same
His love has left him
Without any reason why
He has a right to know
I just wish would see
That the reason he needs to know
He thought it was
Love
Just open you eyes
Look at what love can do
It shuts off a person’s mind
Just listen to me
‘Cuz you really should see
Beyond just the visible pain
The heart ache inside
My love you will see
I’ll help you to see
I wish you could see
How it has hurt him
Love of me life
You would do just the same
His love has left him
Without any reason why
He has a right to know
I just wish would see
That the reason he needs to know
He thought it was
Love
Some day he’ll find love

Roads
By Sandra Cash

Sometimes you know where they'll take you.
Other times you have no idea.
Some seem to go on forever.
While others seem so very short.
And yet some you drive down and before you know it it's a dead end.
Others seem like you're lost on it forever just wishing sooner or later you'll find your way again.
Some take so many turns that you begin to wonder if it's the right one.

I guess you could say that life is like a road.
Sometimes you know which road to take.
Others you get lost on.
Some seem to suddenly turn here and there.
Some come to an end too soon,
others seem  to go on forever.

I hope you found the right road!!


(these are poems by my boyfriend Josh. He doesn't title his poems so I made up the titles. Also the first poem he wrote when he was mad.)

Teenager's Life
By Josh Johnson

Too much hurt, so much pain
it's enough to make me insane.
Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it.
Or if anyone cares a bit.
Sometimes late at
I have with myself a fight
whether I should let the tears run free
or if I should be the "strong" me
it's getting harder to live my life
I need love's help to me through this strife.

To You My Love
By Josh Johnson

To you my love I give my everything, my life to keep you safe, my soul for without you I am nothing, my heart to show you all of my love for you, and my body so you have someone to hold. I once said that I wanted you to be my wife one day. I say to you now that this is still very true.
To you I give my life as to keep you safe
I would stand between you and a knife.
That way you stay that safe.
I would stand in your place,
if you were ever to blame
I would look at your face
and I would gladly take the shame.
I love you so much my love I don't know what I would do without you. One day I will make you mine, but until then all I can give you is this poem and a promise of my ever lasting love.
 
Three little words

These three little words
can change your life forever
Even if they are not true, they can still change you

When you find someone special,
that means so much to you,
that's when we say these three little words.

We use them to let that special someone
know that we care about them,
and that they mean the world to you.

Sometimes we don't seem to say these
three little words enough.
And then we regret it.

Some times we just say it,
but we kinda forget what it really means.

So when you say these three little words,
actually mean them, and tell your
special someone it when you mean it.

Who knows that special someone might really
need to hear it.
But be careful with these three little words.
                                                                                                                                                                 
Do you have
By Sandra Cash
Do you have that someone
that you can always trust that they'll never leave you.

That you can run to when you need help.
Because you know they'll help no matter what.

That you can tell all your problems to.
And they'll make it all better.

Or on those horrible days you just want to die.
That someone reminds you about the good things in life.

Or when you've had a bad day and you need
to laugh, and that someone knows that and
makes you laugh.

I hope everyone has that someone in their life,
because I have that someone in my life.
And that someone doesn't know how much they mean to me
or how they have changed my life.
I don't know how I'd live without that someone.

So thank you so much someone!!
                                                                                                                                                                    

The Outcasts
By Sandra Cash

We are people too,
And yet you treat us like we aren't.
Or that we aren't good enough to live.

We may not keep up with fashion,
or know a lot about a sport.
But we are people still.

You put us down and make us believe lies about ourselves.

Soon we start to fade and get sucked into
a hole, that we can't seem to get out of.
And we start to believe the lies about ourselves.

Our only hope that a true friend will come
And help us out of the hole, and to show us the truth.
That these lies we believed about us aren't true.

Once out of this hole, I hope we remember,
that if we see someone in the same hole
we were once in. That we will help them
just like our true friend did.
                                                                                                  

An Ode to My Computer

By Sandra Cash

Oh computer,

You are helpful and yet,

you are a pain.

How can that be?

You are helpful in plenty of ways.

I can get an education with your help.

I can do my homework anywhere,

as long as I have you.

With you I can talk to my friends who live away from me.

I can also make friends with people who live in different countries.

You play a part of preparing me for life.

And like anything that plays apart of preparing me for life,

you are a pain!!

You can cause stress and anger,

when you do not work the way you should.

And when you do not work I have to call tech.

By now everyone who is in tech knows my name.

But on the bright side at least I know how to explain the problems you are having to tech

You are undependable,

because when I need you to work

you always then do not work.

In the end,

like anything

you have a good side

and a bad side.

I might get mad at you,

but in the end I'm fine with you.

So I'm like you in the way that

I have a good side and a bad side.

So we can still be friends.

For I am like you.

                                                                                                           

To my mother
by Sandra Cash

Thank you so much mother!
For you gave me the greatest gift a mother can give.
You gave me life,
even when you could have chosen not too.
Not only did you give me life,
but you also gave me to a family.
I know it must have been the hardest thing for you.
To give up your little baby girl,
and to know you might never see her again.
I want you to know the family you game me to
has raised me the best that they can.
They have give me the best they can give,
which in reality is a lot.

I want to thank you mother.
For loving me so much that you gave me up for adoption.
If you ever questioned if you did the right thing.
Let me tell you that you did the perfect thing for me.

Where ever you are dear mother.
I want you to know
You will always have a special place in my heart for you.
I love you and I'm thankful for everything you have done for me.
I will never forget all the sacrifices you have made just for me.
You made those sacrifices because you love me and for that I say
Thank you mother for everything! I love you!

                                                                                                 

Let America Be America Again by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed--
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That's made America the land it has become.
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore,
And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.

O, let America be America again--
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME--
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath--
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--
And make America again! 
                                                                                                                
"I Am Offering This Poem"
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

I am offering this poem to you,
since I have nothing else to give.
Keep it like a warm coat
when winter comes to cover you,
or like a pair of thick socks
the cold cannot bite through,

I love you,

I have nothing else to give you,
so it is a pot full of yellow corn
to warm your belly in winter,
it is a scarf for your head, to wear
over your hair, to wear
over your hair, to tie up around your face,

I love you,

Keep it, treasure this as you would
if you were lost, needing direction,
in the wilderness life becomes when mature;
and in the corner of your drawer,
tucked away like a cabin or hogan
in dense trees, come knocking,
and I will answer, give you directions,
and let you warm yourself by this fire,
rest by this fire, and make you feel safe,

I love you,

It's all I have to give,
and all anyone needs to live,
and to go on living inside,
when the world outside
no longer cares if you live or die;
remember,

I love you.