Trisha Hopkins

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Ballad from my dream
September.15.1995 / September-7-2013
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
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September-28-2003
Trish M. Barrek Hopkins

So many colors brought to us every fall
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November.24.2003
Trisha M. Barrek-Hopkins

Flying way high above the mountain
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4-8-07/4-6-10/6-16-13
Trish M. Barrek Hopkins

As i look up the long stairs to heaven
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Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
March-15-1994/June-12-2013
Dedicated to my mother Christine Barrek
I love you mom
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Summer 2000


Wow! A bundle of joy
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October-2-2000
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

The day you begin to live
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The Best Poem Of Trisha Hopkins

*following The Birds*

Ballad from my dream
September.15.1995 / September-7-2013
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

I
Out of the blue sky comes some birds
I see them out of the corner of my eye
I try my hardest to them
But the birds are up too high

II
I long for them not to leave
As I watch them fly away
They raise their wings wide in the air
It seems to me they want to stay

III
Out of the blue sky comes more birds
I chase them as fast as I can
As I do this I trip Scrap my knees and cut my arms and hands
I call out to the beautiful birds 'please stay'
I feel like they can hear me
But they don't bother to look back
They just keep going to where they came from
I say to them 'bring me your music for the morning of the day
As I running I look back and notice I dont see my house
I look up to see if the birds are still there
I come upon a house and a man is waving me down

IV
But at this moment I really don't care
Out of the blue sky comes some birds
I am running faster then ever to catch up with the birds
I see one stray off to the right
And flew past me so close
In his eyes was such a look of fright
I come to a scary looking forest
As I get closer to the woods
I feel something go through me
The spirit and bird became one and went into the night
I look back and see a man crying from the same place he stood
I notice what just has happened and I look back to the forest
I'm beginning to feel weak and try to run
But all my body wants is to rest
I see now the Keeper of all souls
A sudden struck of fear ripped through my heart
He's coming to get my soul because I let one of his free

Out of the blue sky comes some birds...

VI
I try to move and run but it is no use
Because he almost has my soul
I feel myself falling to the ground
As i hear him getting closer he says 'I have won I've gotten my goal'
I feel a tear go down my cheek
Now I can barely hear a sound
I see the birds turn to their ghostly soul
And they to begin to weep
I realize then part of my soul to him is bound
But I feel like I am not all there but all of me is
I notice someone is picking me up
I cant see clearly but it looks like the man who was crying
He whispers to me 'You may be into too deep
As he is running back to his house with me in his arms
He tells the keeper of all souls
'You haven't won and never will! '
We are getting closer to the house
He puts me on the bed
As i turn to the wall
The man said 'Don't worry child you're not dead

VII
I can finally hear
The anger is stirring up outside
I can hear all the cries
Through me a sudden fear
The guy told me the soul keeper is the meanest devil
All of a sudden a blast blew through the house
The devil came ripping through and picked me up
Within that split second the guy eas hit with a red shovel
I started yelling, kicking, and swinging my arms and legs
But what ever i try to do
It only hurt me and not him
The guy on the floor can only beg
For to come he already knew
What would happen to me

VIII
As I get higher into the air
All I could do is let him bring me to where ever was near
He put this thing over my face
I tried to take it off but could not
I could hear my heart begin to race
Finally when he took it off
There was only white lights and *The Souls*
I was covered in white and red lace
What did it all mean?
Why am I here?
I would soon find out I could never leave
If I should he would kill me
All this fear inside of me I can't breathe
I begged for God to help me
But the Devil had it all
I will never be set free
What could I ever do?
I was dead wear I laid
No one understood
On that day when I chased the birds
If I only had listened
If I only Knew

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