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Amy Swanson Poem
Broken Branch
by Amy Swanson, 2008
Winter-gray tree branch
Hangs low, stricken by the storm
Broken... but alive.
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* Written for my daughter, who really does have a precious pair of Little Yellow Socks.
Little Yellow Socks
by Amy Swanson 12/5/2008
Little yellow socks
running down the hall
"Slow down with those socks on,"
I'd yell... too late, the fall!
Little yellow socks
padding softly late at night
climbing up into my lap
one more hug, out goes the light.
Little yellow socks
follow me with squeals of laughter;
Oh how she loves to run in them,
Begging me to come chase after!
Little yellow socks...
now not being worn a lot.
My little girl is growing up,
No longer just a tot.
Little yellow socks
will be cast aside someday
I must guard these precious moments;
in my heart, they'll safely stay.
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Amy Swanson Poem
Ode to Chocolate :)
by Amy Swanson 12/15/2008
Deliciously inviting
Tempting to my tongue
Silky chocolate velvet
Whether milk or dark
Candy, cocoa too-
Melts in mouth
~ Mmmmm! ~
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Amy Swanson Poem
Poetry is... Art
by Amy Swanson
Poetry comes in all
shapes
sizes
colors
surprises
varieties
lengths
flavors
styles
About all kinds of
feelings
thoughts
emotions
moods
people
foods
societies
animals
nature
It can be
long
short
rhyme
prose
haiku
quatrain
free verse
narrative
sonnet
footle
senryu
tanka
epulaeryu
.... and so many more-!
Poetry's authors are
from everywhere
all ethnicities
women
men
girls
boys
young
old
adults
kids
tall
short
thin
heavy
average
brunette
redhead
blonde
raven-haired
white-haired
gray-haired
or even no-haired
Poetry is
abstract
or
concrete
playful
or
serious
light-hearted
or
strongly stated.
It is about
anything
everything
nothing
and in-between.
It is
word art
from the heart.
It can make you
happy
sad
thoughtful
mad
excited
or even goo-goo eyed!
Poetry ... just is.
There is only one thing
Poetry is not ...
cookie-cutter
same-old-all-the-time-heard-it-all-before
cookie-cutter.
Each verse as unique
as the heart that wrote it
Each line as unique
as the soul that felt it.
And so
simply said:
Poetry is... art.
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Amy Swanson Poem
Little Long-Legs
by Amy Swanson
Running to me
with big hugs
and even bigger brown eyes
smile full of mischief
arms thrown around my neck
--- almost choking me!---
*smile*
"I love you Mommy!"
my little "Long-Legs"
how fast you have grown.
Almost as tall
as your short mama
*but then that wouldn't take much*
--wink!--
I smile
remembering a time
when my little Long-Legs
... my long-legged girl...
had little bitty
short legs
just learning how to toddle around the house
(falling over!)
crawling faster than I could walk
running to keep up with her...!...
purple baby food plums smeared across a happy smiling mouth
full of giggles
and smiles
with no idea how cruel this world can be;
pure innocence.
Pure contentment.
Oh how time flies.
She's nine next week
birthday princess
toddler toys long gone;
she wants a bike
so she can ride like the wind --
already the taste of freedom in her mouth
already the feel of freedom in her spirit
another step...
away from me.
But she knows
I will always
*and, somehow, forever*
watch over my little girl
even when she is no longer little.
She smiles at me
teeth slightly crooked
hair brushed all by herself
and asks "Do you like my style?"
already planning her fashion agenda
like every "big girl" does.
My almost-nine year old girl
born on lucky clover day
March 17th, 2000
the day she changed my life
*my world*
so grown up, so soon...
and I know more is on the way.
What I don't know
is how this mother's heart will fare
when one day she leaves.
You make my life complete
sunshine girl
full of tickles and giggles
I love you so,
my little Long-Legs.
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Amy Swanson Poem
Colors of Dawn
by Amy Swanson
Peach-gold tones shimmer
-- mist from twilight disappears
kiss of sun peeks through
swirls of pink and lavender
bids a gentle good morning
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I took a mystic walk with you,
a haze of violet, and sapphire blue
You reached out gently for my hand
and I began to understand -
The universe, in all its glory
only a part of life’s long story
So much more will we behold
sparkling new, of ancient old.
You deeply looked into my eyes
visions - memories- other lives
of you and I, your hand in mine,
in love, but running out of time…
When I met you, remembrance was there
but this lifetime won’t be so fair -
It seems the work we have to do
must come before love burns anew.
But…
I still see you in my dreams,
on twilight walks…. by crystal streams…
Promises of timeless love,
as sure as stars that shine above.
Come…
take a mystic walk with me,
in spirit dreams our love is free -
For in this place of timeless time…
I am yours…
and you are mine.
Copyright © Amy Swanson | Year Posted 2008
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Amy Swanson Poem
Forgiveness
by Amy Swanson 12/2008
I know that I'm not perfect
make mistakes from time to time
but the largest err I've made was
not forgiving you this time.
You're the one that always
makes a smile out of my frown
Emotions, though, got in the way;
I fear I've let you down.
I hid my heart so selfishly
and distant, from your view
I could not bear to hurt again
and so, stayed mad at you
I let myself forget the good
and happy things we were
instead I've been so negative,
our memories a blur.
I thought no longer you recalled
the pleasance of our youth,
had traded years of loyalty
with new and bitter truth,
But yesterday you smiled at me -
I saw within your eyes
A spark that was meant just for me,
there would be no goodbyes
And then we laughed, you held my hand
and gave my lips your kiss.
We talked about so many things,
a long-due reminisce
I felt I'd found you once again
my hero, my best friend;
Whatever this world throws at us,
together, we'll transcend.
The life we share means more to me
Than old misunderstandings
I won't subject our love, our trust,
to childish meanderings.
Once you broke my heart,
But also I've hurt you...
So please, forgive my foolishness;
And I'll forgive yours too.
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Amy Swanson Poem
caffeine
machine
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Amy Swanson Poem
Leo, an Astrology Acrostic
by Amy Swanson
Loyal friend who'll laugh with you, the sun rules their playful heart;
Engagingly eclectic, they'll give all they have; forgive them if they seem a little bossy.
Outgoing with majestic charm, they'll walk with you until the very end.
*Inspired by Danielle White's astrology acrostic contest* -- I had to get in on the fun! :)
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