Tag: National Poetry Writing Month

It’s Raining Diamonds- NaPoWriMo Day 1

NaPoWriMo2014

Well, it’s that time of year again. April is National Poetry Month. NaPoWriMo 2014 has begun! Why not join the fun? Head over to:

http://www.naprwrimo.net

I did this last year and had a blast. This year I think I’ll pick a verse a day, and write something along those lines. Some may even be song lyrics I am working on, like this one, It’s Raining Diamonds. Always great to get new ideas flowing!

From Wikipedia:

National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. NaPoWriMo coincides with the National Poetry Month in the United States of America and Canada.

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– “But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream.” (Amos 6:24)

IT’S RAINING DIAMONDS

Copyright 2014 Diana Rasmussen

When I’m frozen with fear
Anxious about this life
Or just tired, worn out
From the fighting and strife

Justice rolls down like waters
Righteousness flows
like an everlasting stream
It’s raining diamonds
It’s raining diamonds

When I’ve fallen too far
Drowning in pools of sorrow
Looking for a light
To get out of the dark

Justice rolls down like waters
Righteousness flows
like an everlasting stream
It’s raining diamonds
It’s raining diamonds

Despite crushing pressure
I’m refined by Your heat

Justice rolls down like waters
Righteousness flows
like an everlasting stream
It’s raining diamonds
It’s raining diamonds

Raining Diamonds

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Resurrect My Broken Life

Resurrect My Broken Life

© 2013 D Rasmussen

from ficklefeline.ca
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There’s a road through the ocean,
And water comes from a rock.
Victory is in a shout.
You can remove all my doubts.
*
Crucify my stubbornness,
Roll away my stone of fear.
You collect all of my tears,
Resurrect my broken life.
*
Angel food falls from the sky,
Even darkness turns to light.
All dead, dry bones come alive.
And Your death brings me life.
*
Supernatural, is natural.
Impossible, is possible.
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from abstract.desktopnexus.com

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Looking for Life

Looking for Life

© 2013 D Rasmussen

She walks around the old cemetery,
looking for life under all of the stones.
Many secrets hiding in dark places,
voices calling, the demons are faceless.
*
The more she walks in, the deeper it gets.
Depression clouds want to bury her yet.
The stones promise life, love, money, and health
as she is deceived chasing after things.
*
She stands by a pit, tiptoes on the edge.
Will you come to help? Or will she fall in?
“Does it matter?” chant all the betrayers,
liars, deceivers, impostors, cheaters.
*
She just wants to live, to love and to be.
Then she stumbles in the shadow graveyard,
repeating to herself what the stones said.
She hears a calm voice from above, He said,

“Why do you look for the living, among the dead?”

(click on last line for a song)

from http://www.pxleyes.com
from http://www.pxleyes.com