Written in November 1995 when Jonathan is 16. This poem was written about a girl Jonathan met at church and dated (she broke up with him). True Beauty by Jonathan Kraft For every one of us in life there…
Poem: The Fog
Written October 31, 1995 When Jonathan is 16 The Fog by Jonathan Kraft The Fog Chilling, and yet compelling because of its quiet eerieness I stand and watch the fog, myself being in the fog, and see the fog create…
Sprichwort (Advice): Pursue The Story In Your Heart
And you start to believe your hands and your eyes and your ears and the stories they are telling you… And those stories, if you let them, will become more true than the story in your heart, the one which…
Poems: The Elements
The Elements by Jonathan Kraft Written October 18 1995 when Jonathan is 16 The Elements Earth You sustain all living things on the planet, simply by being what you are. Yet you’ve never asked for any Recognition. You seem just…
Poem: A Prayer For Growth
A Prayer Of Growth by Jonathan Kraft Written 27. September, 2005 – 1:03 AM My 26th birthday I usually focus so much On how can I… How to make it better… What could improve? That I am able to overcome…
Poem: Big, Mean Billy
Big Mean Billy by Jonathan Kraft Big, mean, Billy was a bully, big and bad. He seemed to get great joy in making others sad. He walked like he was king, thinking he was funny. He hurt people, every day,…
Poem: It Could Have Been Worse
A poem I wrote on September 11, 2001. It could have been worse? It could have been worse That’s the only consolation I can find. The other two could have hit the White House the Capitol, an elementary school, the…
Poem: On Awaking From A Nightmare
On Awaking From A Nightmare by Jonathan Kraft written 16. August, 2009 12:15 AM Awake. Awake with visions Visions of terror, and anger, and hate, and hate and sadness and frear. Where does this come from? How do I release…
Poem: Next Door
It is August 4, 1997 and Jonathan is 17. The Next Door Neighbor Is Battling Cancer. He has 4 children, one of whom is Jonathan’s age. Next Door by Jonathan Kraft Next door, Jesus is dying- has cancer, a…
Poem: From a Retreat In July
July 18, 1997 @ “Fisher’s” retreat Jonathan is 17 When we argue and we disagree and you call me things which you may not feel, but they hurt nonetheless; or in those times when you ignore me, not to be…