Bonnie Shipman

Bonnie Shipman Poems

The wind is calling me
The rain cries out my name
I am a child of the winter:
The shivering of leaves;
...

I slip
Away
Like wind
When summer
...

Mysterious gray
The shadow of a lone tree
Silently waiting
...

Encrusted with jewels
And covered with gold
It may be priceless
But it can be sold
...

I catch you crying
in the closet,
and wonder
what has gone wrong.
...

Miracles are everywhere.
They seem small to us sometimes, but a miracle is a miracle, which means amazing...

And bigger than we think
...

I have long brown hair;
hers is long and blonde and smoother than mine
I write poems or stories or songs;
she writes too, but her poems are more poetic
...

pride is cruel
through me
but it doesn't
have to be
...

A maze of black and white emptiness
Fills me with a sense of craziness.
Empty spaces are waiting to be filled-
With words finely ground and milled.
...

I've only got a penny,
One shiny copper penny.
But I have lots of plans.
I could make a stage
...

The vicarious wanderer
carries my soul to find
the man with tin trinkets
Perhaps he will buy my soul
...

Cold at first, the smooth metal,
The round bell my fingertips caress.
Reflected golden light
And the honey-thickness of color
...

14.

Wild storms
Laughter amid thorns
Touching my face
Touching a deep place
...

Worship
is my favorite
we come together
raise our hands
...

In a silent day
a silent heart
in an angry day
a bitten tongue
...

Were things better
Today...
Was I better
Today
...

I must Bite my tongue
to curb a bitter word.
I must Bite my tongue
when I curse with my tone,
...

19.

One, two, three, four, five
I count my fingers again
Are they all still there?
...

20.

They shall know us by our love, exhibited to neighbors all around
They shall know that we are loved, by peace within our faces at the sound
Of persecution raging or lying tongues towards numbers of our sum,
Like in barbarian times while lions ate the faithful ones of Rome.
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Bonnie Shipman Biography

I write because it is my gift. Sometimes I write my story in poem (e.g. how I am feeling, what is going on in my life) . Sometimes I write the words God gives me (those tend to be my best poems!) . Sometimes my words are the simple and natural outflow of creativity. I have seven sisters and one brother, I love to travel (I have been overseas several times) and my favorite thing to do is become absorbed in a book.)

The Best Poem Of Bonnie Shipman

Child Of The Winter

The wind is calling me
The rain cries out my name
I am a child of the winter:
The shivering of leaves;
dancing of the grass;
the sparkle of the droplets
gathered on cold branches—
These are my home.
The wind is calling me
to come and dance again
on the sleeping ground.
Can you hear the promise?
Soon the rain will bring new life.
Warmth will fill the wind
and I will steal away to a new home

Bonnie Shipman Comments

Cassie Shipman 03 February 2014

Hey Bonnie! I loved your'e poem! Your'e a great poet, I encourage you to write your'e heart out. Keep writing! Your'e sister, Cassie

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Simon Gowen 20 July 2011

Some very 'Thought provoking' poems. Keep up the good work.

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