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Best Poems Written by Stacey Watts

Below are the all-time best Stacey Watts poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Nice To Meet You

Our eyes meet across the room.
I know you want to say hello.
We both wait with intrepidation.
Which one of us will make the first move?

You turn your attentions back to friends.
I keep looking at the art on the wall.
You smile the smile of a man in charge.
I slink forward to the punch bowl.

You decide to make the first move.
With a hand stretched out you say hello.
I greet you back with a smile of my own.
You seem to be intrigued wanting more.

Conversation buzzing around us. 
Talking heads seem to blur
We are the only ones here and now.
A connection that is warm and true.

Excuse me I didn't catch the name.
I repeat it with a breathy sigh. 
Your voice sounds deep with delight.
Our duologue continues into the night.

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Pick Yourself Up

One of these days you will see.
Just how much you long to be free.

Strip off the chains that bind you here.
Setting your soul free without any fear.

Do not show me that you can do it.
Show yourself, get up from where you sit.

Life will not fall freely into your lap.
Wake up from your delusional nap.

Quit being a victim to your circumstance.
Push back, show them you're ready to dance.

See yourself as a worthy human being.
I know sometimes believing is seeing.

You always seem like you know it all.
But the problem is you still manage to fall.

Do not be afraid to seek proper advice.
Be careful of those who aren’t very nice.

Look forward to the blessings to come.
Just humbly accept who you have become.

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Daughter's Perspective of Her Mother

Wrinkles caress her face.
A child emerges from within.
Smile straight from her heart.
Advice given from wisdom.

Enjoy your life when you are young.
Never just sit around doing nothing.
Someday you will be old like me.
Wanting to branch out, seeing the world.

I never went to far from home.
Never got to experience life.
I gave it up made some sacrifices.
Felt smothered with great remorse.

Had to work two jobs.
Never got to see the joy.
Took care of an ailing man.
Kids drove me crazy with wants.

Now I am alone and old.
I can barely walk.
But in these last few months,
I find even now, I can have fun.

A trip to the zoo with my grandson.
The first in over thirty years.
Antique mall shopping,
with my newest friend.

Now I can have luncheons out.
I have a favorite spot.
Now on my Senior discount.
It does not cost much at all.

I can sleep as long as I want.
Do not have to wake at a certain time.
I only have me to answer too.
No more do I have to live the grind.

So with all that I am, I do hope.
My children will see before it is too late.
Get out and experience what life has to offer.
Because someday you will be like me.

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Happy Vowel-Entine Day

My happy, snappy Valentine
Your lips are sweet as sugar.
They are like chocolate milk, 
That covers my wounded soul.

My easy, breezy Valentine,
Your caress I long to feel,
You bring warmth to my blood,
Like a fuzzy coat on a winter’s day 

My frilly, silly Valentine 
Your eyes I forever adore.
They are like shimmering pools,
With waves of bliss shining through.

My nosy, rosy Valentine,
I love the way you blush.
Whenever I say your name,
Your cheeks flush with delight.

My sunny, funny Valentine.
You make my heart so pleased.
The way your smile makes me melt,
Like ice cream on a summer’s day.

With all the vowels of the alphabet.
My sentiments always end in U
Please don’t ask sometimes Y.
Deep inside you always know the truth.

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A Simple Kind of Love

A simple love when you are there. 
To say hello with hope and cheer.
A smile to light my darkest day.
Yes, that is a simple kind of love.

A kind of love that strokes the heart.
Making one feel alive and young.
With every touch you create in me,
Butterflies I can not ignore, soaring free.

Sharing just the mundane things,
Turn my day to shining gold.
Words are never enough between us.
Our intimate exchanges are pure bliss.

Whispers of joy creep into my being.
How can one fight off what I feel?
With a quiet little voice I let it reside.
It lies within my deepest core.

A simple kind of love, why can’t you see?
I try to show you day by day.
Sometimes with my words or actions.
Yes, a simple kind of love is what I feel.

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Reality

In the horizon I can see,
a figure of masculinity.

Carrying flowers for his love.
I wish it were him I thought of.

Romantic, not a care to be had.
No tears I shed when I am sad.

You would feed me grapes under the moon.
Sing me ballads making me forever swoon.

The stars would sparkle and shine.
Knowing forever you would be mine.

Then I could say I truly felt love.
Adored like a sweet cooing dove.

We can then be married together.
I could take your name forever.

The honeymoon would be bliss.
Every night sealed in a passionate kiss.

Then when I awake to a mountain of laundry.
Breakfast eggs where the yolks are runny.

Children screaming about life unfair.
A lost tennis shoe seems to be nowhere.

The bills were all due last week.
My voice is to hoarse I can barely speak.

I stare out the kitchen window with a dish in hand.
The pets are begging for me to meet their demand.

This is how real life turns out, so back to work,
washing my plates, spoons, and dirty forks.

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My Dear Uncle

He places his hand on the Bible. 
God’s Holy words at his fingertips.
Missing all the people who have gone on.
The world looks a little lonely at times.

He remembers the time long ago.
When he was a child on his daddy’s knee.
Listening to the stories of men who were wise.
From the bible that held the bravest of  heroes.

You grew up to be a man of purpose.
To help those who were in great need.
Many times you often stumbled.
But you picked yourself up to see.

When a person needed a hand.
You pitched in where you could.
Leaving a trace of joy behind.
In a dark and desperate world.

You stood by my ailing father.
Giving him brotherly love.
Showing him, the hope he needed.
To stay alive, for those who loved him.

You have always been a wonderful uncle.
Loving without passing judgments of sin.
A person who tries to find the good.
Where ever there is a lost, broken man.

Thank you for all your compassion.
I know Christ will reward you someday.
Many riches await for you in heaven.
For God sees a man that is truly great.

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The Music Man

The music hangs in the air.
Melodies from his heart.
He is the music man, 
Playing on his guitar.

The words are a story of the past.
Lost love he immortalizes in song.
Insecurities plays on in her mind.
Times when things weren’t so gold.

A soul that cries out for more.
Wishing for someone to hear.
He is the music man,
Playing on his guitar.

Sweet buttery tones soothe the heart.
A broken soul can finally relate.
She listens, like a little lost songbird.
Waiting for a chance to sing.

Wiping the tears away.
Placing his hand on his heart.
He is the music man,
Playing on his guitar.

She wishes he knew the impact.
The words that speak to her soul.
Wishing that she could make him see.
He is the music man that touches her heart.

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Dream

A beautiful dream slowly awakes. 
I am here, ready to share where I am.
So long I have hidden behind my mask.
Been an elusive force of nature you see.

But in the still quiet peace I emerge.
Waiting to take you by the hand.
Showing you all the wonders of my heart.
Will you be the one who comprehends?

Never will my eyes harbor such love.
Each gaze will meet you in the dawn.
I am yet but whispering your name.
On my tongue it waits to be set free.

Slowly with anticipation I long for your touch.
Into the beautiful starry night,
You are here in my fleeting sweet dreams.
I awake only to find you have gone.

Feathery reminders caress my cheek.
I hear a faint sound of your harp.
Wishing you were here again.
A beautiful dream dashed into the night.

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Footprints of the Past

Tracing footprints of the past.
Where is it I belong? 
Am I the offspring of a king?
Was his queen adorned in fine rings?

Thumbing through the pages of life.
Words ring out like a puzzle in my mind.
Stories that have morphed into the tallest tales.
Did great-grandpa really catch a fifty ton whale?

Royalty that fell from the highest throne.
Scandalous marriages that were perceived wrong.
Cowboys fighting Indians in the old west.
Immigrants traveling on a long adventurous quest.

The black and white photo cries out.
I wonder what they were really thinking?
No one smiled, they were reserved as can be.
While the photographer flashed a memory.

Searching through the clues of life.
I end up with another secret to cherish.
Wondering why the world is so small.
Aren’t we all related somehow, after all?