Biography of Hope Jenson
I am not very old at ALL. I love to write, it is my passion. I very seldom write poetry, but when I do it is usually at the most random of occasions. Judge my poems fairly, please, I am new to poetry.
Hope Jenson Poems
Shallow ponds, at first glance, are fine sightes to behold. There is nothing unexpected, no monsters to fear, and the water is rarely cold. But once you delve in you soon get bored, for shallow pools with no secrets can never hold your interest. And there's one thing about waters of little depth, they can easily be swayed, by outward forces, out of your control, that do not care for your play. I once saw the ocean, and felt a little fear. How can a thing that goes so deep ever be held dear?
Was born without the air of life, Who knew you’d live with tons of strife? Beauty, the earth had yet to know, Until your face the Lord did show.
Perfection is imperfect for it does not stay for long. The world we have is broken and cannot hold the song.
You stalk through darkness Voice seeping through joy Death in your veins you seek it out for another
Was born without the air of life,
Who knew you’d live with tons of strife?
Beauty, the earth had yet to know,
Until your face the Lord did show.
You smiled, laughed, but looked strange still,
But love for you our hearts did fill.
By your condition we’d abide;
Your pain was felt, better you died?
Innocence, you were made of it,