Poems by Patricia Joan Polhans
poem count: 93 | pages: 11 | first place: 1 time | finalist: 3 times
ADHD
I wrote this poem after discovering that I had ADHD. It attempts to describe what the mind is like for an ADHD person especially when it is accompanied with emotions like anger and rage.
I wrote this poem after discovering that I had ADHD. It attempts to describe what the mind is like for an ADHD person especially when it is accompanied with emotions like anger and rage.
Call of Love
This poem was written for a lady in our church whose son passed away after suffering with a brain tumor. (It's written in the 1st person.)
This poem was written for a lady in our church whose son passed away after suffering with a brain tumor. (It's written in the 1st person.)
If I were Blind
Sometimes we judge people by their clothes, color of their skin or how they look. This poem talks about how unimportant those things are if you're blind. We would have to see with our hearts and souls into theirs to find the wonderful person inside.
Sometimes we judge people by their clothes, color of their skin or how they look. This poem talks about how unimportant those things are if you're blind. We would have to see with our hearts and souls into theirs to find the wonderful person inside.
The Day He Wore My Crown
Sometimes we don't think about the struggle that Jesus had with his flesh before the crucifixion.But he was human and didn't want to die. He asked the Lord to let this cup pass from him. He groaned and travailed in prayer. But, then he finally submitte
Sometimes we don't think about the struggle that Jesus had with his flesh before the crucifixion.But he was human and didn't want to die. He asked the Lord to let this cup pass from him. He groaned and travailed in prayer. But, then he finally submitte
Well Gone Dry?
Sometimes, as poets we, ofttimes feel that we have no more poems left to write, that our poetry well has gone dry but then we have to pray and wait on God to fill us up again.
Sometimes, as poets we, ofttimes feel that we have no more poems left to write, that our poetry well has gone dry but then we have to pray and wait on God to fill us up again.
The Crown
Jesus did not wear a crown of gold or precious stones. He laid down his royal crown and took upon himself a crown of thorns signifying his suffering on the cross for our sins.
Jesus did not wear a crown of gold or precious stones. He laid down his royal crown and took upon himself a crown of thorns signifying his suffering on the cross for our sins.
Stolen Birthday
Somehow Christmas isn't the same anymore! People have changed it into idols and a man in a red suit, worshipping things and how much they can get rather than the Savior!
Somehow Christmas isn't the same anymore! People have changed it into idols and a man in a red suit, worshipping things and how much they can get rather than the Savior!
Misplaced Birthday
This story is about Christmas and how that it has become about Santa Claus and gift giving rather than remembering Christ and laying our gifts before him.
This story is about Christmas and how that it has become about Santa Claus and gift giving rather than remembering Christ and laying our gifts before him.
Dreams of the Children
This was a poem written by my ten year old daughter, Cheyenne. It talks about people seeing others as a problem when its actually me and you. If we can work together we can build a better world.
This was a poem written by my ten year old daughter, Cheyenne. It talks about people seeing others as a problem when its actually me and you. If we can work together we can build a better world.
