Category Archives: My Poetry

I Will Follow by Chris Tomlin

Songs are just another type of poetry. These poems are put to music, and are just as moving and inspirational. Tonight I attended a Chris Tomlin concert, and I’d like to share the lyrics of one of my favorite songs of the night. 🙂


Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow…

All your ways are good
All your ways are sure
I will trust in you alone
Higher than my side
High above my life
I will trust in you alone

Where you go, I’ll go
Where you stay, I’ll stay
When you move, I’ll move
I will follow you
Who you love, I’ll love
How you serve I’ll serve
If this life I lose, I will follow you
I will follow you

Light unto the world
Light unto my life
I will live for you alone
You’re the one I seek
Knowing I will find
All I need in you alone, in you alone

In you there’s life everlasting
In you there’s freedom for my soul
In you there joy, unending joy
and I will follow.

Poem in Your Pocket Day

Today was National Poem in Your Pocket Day. As a writer, I was naturally anxious to participate and found the whole event quite silly and fun. “I have a poem in my pocket!”

Anyway, I didn’t find out until first poem, but I was able to copy one of my favorite poems from a textbook, and for the rest of the day the poem resided in my pocket.

I’ve never heard of Poem in Your Pocket Day, but April is poetry month, and what an awesome day for someone who enjoys reading and writing poetry! Here is the poem that was in my pocket today:

by Eve Merriam

Morning is
a new sheet of paper
for you to write on.

Whatever you want to say,
all day,
until night
folds it up
and files it away.

The bright words and the dark words
are gone
until dawn
and a new day
to write on.

*What poem was in your pocket??*

Poem of the Week: The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry I could not travel both
and be one traveler, long I stood
and looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
and having perhaps the better claim,
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that, the passing there
had worn them really about the same,

and both that morning equally lay
in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
and that has made all the difference.

Speak With Conviction! by Taylor Mali

So I feel as though I haven’t posted a poem in FOREVER. Which is why I feel like posting one now. 🙂 One of my friends showed me a poem today at school that had become one of her favorites, and it is now one of mine. Read it all the way through and you’ll see what I mean. It is SO TRUE; has a great message.

In case you hadn’t noticed,
it has somehow become uncool
to sound like you know what you’re talking about?
Or believe strongly in what you’re saying?
Invisible question marks and parenthetical (you know?)’s
have been attaching themselves to the ends of our sentences?
Even when those sentences aren’t, like, questions? You know?

Declarative sentences – so-called
because they used to, like, DECLARE things to be true
as opposed to other things which were, like, not –
have been infected by a totally hip
and tragically cool interrogative tone? You know?
Like, don’t think I’m uncool just because I’ve noticed this;
this is just like the word on the street, you know?
It’s like what I’ve heard?
I have nothing personally invested in my own opinions, okay?
I’m just inviting you to join me in my uncertainty?

What has happened to our conviction?
Where are the limbs out on which we once walked?
Have they been, like, chopped down
with the rest of the rain forest?
Or do we have, like, nothing to say?
Has society become so, like, totally . . .
I mean absolutely . . . You know?
That we’ve just gotten to the point where it’s just, like . . .

And so actually our disarticulation . . . ness
is just a clever sort of . . . thing
to disguise the fact that we’ve become
the most aggressively inarticulate generation
to come along since . . .
you know, a long, long time ago!

I entreat you, I implore you, I exhort you,
I challenge you: To speak with conviction.
To say what you believe in a manner that bespeaks
the determination with which you believe it.
Because contrary to the wisdom of the bumper sticker,
it is not enough these days to simply QUESTION AUTHORITY.
You have to speak with it, too.

by Taylor Mali

Where Does the Day Go

I wake up in the morning
refreshed and ready to go
I’ll start the day with a smile
greet friends with a simple ‘hello.’

Some days are longer than others
but most days are a snap
here, there, everywhere,
out the door just like that.

The day is over before I know it,
can’t believe it was so short,
the sun goes down and then
it’s time to do it all over again.

Wet Days

Soggy wet days
cold and gloomy
grim and glum
so unassuming.
Hunched and hurried
through slippery streets
bumping, slumping
by and by.
Coats drawn close
with collars up
safe from a chilling wind.
Gloves and scarves
sweaters for sure
sniffling noses so red.
Seasons drag
but they pass
no longer are we patient
for these endless days
to come and go,
spring will bring


You tucked me into bed at night
and gave me a kiss and a hug
I don’t know what I’d do without you…
I’ve grown up so loved.

You picked me up from school
and asked about my day
fed us snacks and helped me study
until I went out to play.

You laughed at all my jokes
though they probably weren’t funny
I laugh at yours, too
you make everything so sunny.

All these things you still do and more
I will always be thankful
keep up the wonderful work
for you I’m always grateful.

Your smile brightens everything
and makes me so happy
when you read this poem
I know you’ll get all sappy.

Today is your special day
so enjoy and have some fun
we love you so very much –
this comes from everyone.

A wonderful friend, wife, and sister,
but most of all you’re my mommy
I love you with all my heart
so happy birthday Toni!!

Happy b-day mommy! I love you and I hope you’ve had a FANTASTIC day! You are terrific.

– Brooke 🙂


Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I’m a little late, but I was busy with family on Thanksgiving so I didn’t get around to writing a post. I hope everyone had a great day and got to spend some quality family with the people they love!

– Brooke

P.S. I am writing new posts and will be updating soon! OH – and check out my new poll!

Time for School

My days of summer
are drawing to an end
no more dips in the pool
because its time for school.

It passed so quickly
these lazy days
homework is on its way
and my blue sky is now gray.

I never did do
the many things I had in mind…
no time for boredom anymore
busy school plans are knocking on my door.

Many memories of my summer
will I keep forever
of these I will daydream in class
looking out the windows of glass.

I know there is lots
to look forward to
during my freshman year
although I can’t wait for summer to get here. (again)


You watched us laugh,
you watched us learn,
you watched us grow…
and now it’s time
for you to go.
It’s so very sad,
we’ll miss you too
but as you know
you’re through.
Whatever you may go on to do,
we’ll be with you,
in mind and soul –
we hope to be in your heart

I needed a new poem to put here on my blog, and I found this in one of my many journals! It’s short and sweet but I like the sincerity.