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��� POETRY |
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| ~A Walk At 21~ |
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������������ A Poem By Melissa |
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�������������� A Poem by Melissa |
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I took a walk at 21 When autumn fall had just begun I took a walk around the river bend Trying to find where it would end I took a walk at 21 you see To search and find the real me I felt the wind blowing in my hair And the cool chill of the autumn air As I wandered on and on I saw a sleeping new born fawn I kept journeying farther into those woods of God's blessed glory To search and find my real story On my walk at 21 I watched the autumn leaves fall one by one I gathered a few together To have and to hold this day forever On my walk at 21 I gathered leaves one by one I gathered 1 green, 1 brown, 1 red, and 1 a stately gold I pressed them in my book , to remember today to have , to treasure, and to forever hold This was my walk at 21 And I'll always remember it till my life is done |
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I work my fingers to the bone������� When will they let me go home?���� I work all day I work all night������ Wondering when I can leave and how I can take flight�������������������� The man keeps beating me down�� And all I can do is stand and frown My muscles are soar and they ache I don't know how much more I can take ���� I stay and put in my time Like some criminal who has committed a crime As my day's end draws near And my next day has come to pass and I'll have to repeat all of what I fear! |
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Fight!Rage!War!Win!Why? |
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��� INJUST |
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������������������ A Poem by Melissa |
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������������� A Poem by Melissa |
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| Fight!Fight!���������������������������������� You know it is right!����������������������� Fight!Fight!���������������������������������� Before the passing of the night!��� Rage! Rage! Like a lion in a cage Rage! Rage! Said the squire to the page. War! War! What are we fighting for? War! War! What are we dying for? Win! Win! Where has God been? Win! Win! Our fighting has led us to sin. Why? Why? We all cry! Why? Why? Do we all die?�� � |
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I was jealous oh yes I was I shouldn't care about what another man does Although I hurt Oh yes indeed I find it's you that I want it's you that I need Your fickle waysdisplease me so They hurt me in more ways than you'll ever know I thought I was the one who captured your eye Was that the truth or was that a lie You look at others from time to time And I think that is your greatest crime Oh why can't you be faithful? Oh why can't YOU trust? Are my feelings fair or are they injust? |
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~ MOM ~ |
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*Daddy* |
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A Poem By Melissa Jean |
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Mom you are good to me in more ways than the heavens know You taught me everything; you helped me grow You are my wise sage my loving teacher You mean more to me than some ordinary preacher You taught me the difference between right and wrong Through your humble verse and witful song You gave me care When no one else would dare You always soothed my troubled brow and saddened heart You knew just what to do and right where to start You sacrificed when no one else would You did more for me than anyone else; you did all that you could! |
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A Poem by Melissa |
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| Oh daddy you sadden me so I want to stop those pains that hurt you, more than you'll ever know Remember when we onced smiled at the circus clown? But all you can do know is stand and frown I want to help you, yet, I know not where to start I worry about you so; I want to stay and not depart But can time mend those years of your hurt and pain? And would all my tears I cry for you wash it away like a summer rain? But I do have one answer from God's heavens above I embrace you daddy and I give you my love. |
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WE MAKE OURSELVES |
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A Poem by Melissa |
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A Poem By Melissa |
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I may shine bright at times and then my embers dim To be yourself you must risk it all And then if the chips fall wrong You must pick youself up and try again It's not about the winning or losing but the trials the game puts you through We are tempered by futility, milled by anguish, and finished by refinement WE MAKE OURSELVES! |
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Scarred, Damaged, Fragile Goods That's what I am Singed, Tempered, Burned To The Core That's how I feel Listless, Disquieted, Unrequitted That's the state of my mind Jaded?......NO! Vain?....NEVER! Stuck up?......NOT ON YOUR LIFE! That's how I'll never be Pefect?.....uhuh, Precious?.....nah, Beautiful?.....nope I can never be that All I am is myself, me, nothing more nothing less |
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Ooh and Oh |
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A Poem by Melissa |
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Ooh yes there down my neck Oh God is there a spot you didn't check? Ooh yes lower now between my ample cleft Oh how I love your kiss; your touch is so deft Ooh yes back up to my soft, subtile lips Oh how I want to drink your precious beauty in gradual seductive sips Ooh don't stop! Oh how I wonder who will be below and who will be on top? Ooh I see yet some more..... Oh damn! Sunrise my eyes have opened their shuttered door! |
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You Lied to Me |
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A POEM BY MELISSA |
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Why do you have to negate All of which I abdicate You LIED to ME! Not leaving honesty be Your words are falsehoods interwoven Bitter webs that are strung for all you have chosen You doubt my skill to see right through Then you tried to challenge my rights to things I once knew Your deceptive ways are far too cold hearted Now I must tell you my love has departed You can let your eyes linger elsewhere now Because all of your devious ways do not matter to me anyhow I'm no longer caught in your jaded web of hurt and pain Can't you see my complete overall disgust my heartfelt disdain? Begone you loathsome leacherous beast For my days shall start a new as the new day's sun rises in the east! |
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