I AM
by Suzi Mee

I am (two special characteristics you have).
I wonder (something you are actually curious about).
I hear (an imaginary sound).
I see (an imaginary sight).
I want (an actual desire).
I am (the first line of the poem repeated).

I pretend (something you actually pretend to do).
I feel (a feeling about something imaginary).
I touch (an imaginary touch).
I worry (something that really bothers you).
I cry (something that makes you very sad).
I am (the first line of the poem repeated).

I understand (something you now is true).
I say (something you believe in).
I dream (something you actually dream about).
I try (something you really make an effort about).
I hope (something you actually hope for).
I am (the first line of the poem repeated).

mystic angel
THE LORD WILL NOT GIVE YOU MORE THAN YOU CAN HANDLE. THIS IS WHAT GETS ME THROUGH EACH AND EVERY DAY

I AM
by Mystic Angel

I am blessed and crazy.
I wonder if I will make it through this chapter in my life.
I hear someone calling my name, but no one is there..
I see weird shaped shadows go past the window.
I want to relax and enjoy my life again.
I am blessed and crazy.

I pretend that everything is okay.
I feel as if I'm outside of my body, watching me go insane.
I touch the wispering wind as it brushes my face.
I worry that the doctors are wrong again.
I cry for no reason at all.
I am blessed and crazy.

I understand that somethings can't be cured.
I say take one day at a time.
I dream that I woke up form this nightmare.
I try not to give up.
I hope that to find support.
I am blessed and crazy.

rachel
I AM
by Sandra damani

I am different and passionate
I wonder about the omnipresence of God,
I hear the wind rustling in the leaves,
I see the silver moon
I want to see all the magnificent trees in my maker's woods
I am different and passionate

I pretend that everything is fine.
I feel restless when I think of my hardships
I touch my daughter for a sense of comfort.
I worry about my compulsive behaviour .
I cry when I feel misunderstood and deserted.
I am different and passionate.

I understand my shortcomings.
I say to myself how do I overcome this.
I dream of goodness and mercy all the days of my life.
I try daily to survive in the mad, selfish rat race.
I hope only in my Lord.
I am different and passionate.
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WhiskeyRiver
I AM
by WhiskeyRiver

I am a loner and an explorer
I wonder how people can be so detached.
I hear the silence that surrounds me and the thoughts of people I cannot see.
I see tri-planes fighting high in the sky.
I want to reach those I cannot,speak to those long dead,create a haven for lost souls.
I am loner and an explorer

I pretend that I have traveled back in time,so very far.
I feel that I was born in the wrong time.
I touch the image within my mind
I worry that I wont get to where I need to go before I die.
I cry at the thought of my 2 best friends deaths.
I am a loner and an explorer.

I understand I can only live life my own way.
I say in the end,depend only on yourself.
I dream of finding a way to go back to where I belong.
I try hard to not hide from others.
I hope that the world will slow down,and stop advancing.
I am a loner and an explorer.
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sweethonesty
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I am a child of distress conceived in ignorance.
I make my voyage with wonder and curiosity.
I am inspired by the beauty that surrounds me.
I have come to a place of acceptance, inspite of slings and rocks.
I have a thirst for knowledge that is unquenchable.
I am not the writer I would choose to be.
I look to improve my skills but rarely satisfy myself.
I have a dream of greatness, that seems byond my reach.
I love with a vengeance, I anger with control, and I laugh with abandon.
I protect the ones I love often regardless of circumstance,
I treasure my solitude with all its' sharp edges.
I am not at ease in a crowd but none knows it.
I pray that none figures out how insecure I really am.
I often wear the face of a clown while tears fill all the corners of my heart.
I am forever grateful for what I have attained.
My prayer is to be remembered for something I have written.
I have a voice needing to be heard.
I am whom I have chosen to be, with or without regrets.
I have a need with or without acceptance.

redthai
I am me, woman, mother, friend, and lover
Shadow, with remnants of a past self
I wonder, If God can see me
I hear whispers of angels, mothers, and long gone teachers
I see glimpses of love, light, darkness alongside shadows of my past selves.
I want love, light, and laughter.
I am me, woman, mother, friend, lover and shadow with remnants of past selves
I pretend, that I feel no pain, that I am strong that I know love
I feel pain from remnants of past selves
I worry that someone will see my pain
I cry in the privacy of my darkness
I am me woman, mother, friend, lover, shadow with remnants of past selves.

~jacqui
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Thanks for the thought-provoking poem template! Here's my rendition :)
Spawn of Sylvia Plath
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I am whisper soft and young as ever.
I wonder where I'll settle when I'm grown.
I hear a cat purr- quiet, naïve creature calmly loving life.
I see a street where zinnias hug the mailbox posts-
I want the white-trimmed cottage third down on the right.
I am whisper soft and young as ever.

I pretend I go to work in big-girl shoes.
I feel the space behind my heels with each floppy, clowny step.
I touch my face in the mirror: those crow's feet aren't a dream.
I worry that I'll feel as callow as a child forever,
I cry to think my thoughts might never match my face for wisdom.
I am whisper soft and young as ever.

I understand I have a voice, but am not quick to prove it.
I say it's my own choice to learn before I talk.
I dream of being late for school and missing half my classes;
I try to make the real ones, but the lessons pass right through me.
I hope one day my words will flow reflective, clear, and deep.
I am whisper soft and young as ever.
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Fi
I AM
by Kasia

I am a wanderer and a dreamer.
I wonder what if and why.
I hear angels in the silence,
I see oceans beckoning me.
I want to understand and imagine,
I am a wanderer and a dreamer.

I pretend I walk a lonely road,
I feel I really do.
I touch the stars around me.
I worry I'll take a wrong turn
I cry when I do. But still,
I am a wanderer and a dreamer.

I understand Christ died for me.
I say His Word is true.
I dream to be a writer, and tell the world the truth.
I try to follow and obey my Saviour.
I hope to see Him soon. Until then,
I am a wanderer and a dreamer.
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