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Best Poems Written by Vicki Waterhouse

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Why Must the Sun Shine So Bright

If the sun must shine, why so bright?

Are you happy with the world?

Think again.


There are murders, famine, poverty.

There is racism, bullying, torture.

Are you proud of this? 


There are beatings and abuse,

There are wars and disastors.

Why must you beam gayly?


So when you shine so brightly,

look down on our world.

See the pain.

See the suffering.


Your rays cannot change it.

Your smile only makes me cry.

I have to stay here and watch.

Whilst you live in ignorance.

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Martian's Holiday.

On Earth I stepped for the very first time,
And my 3 hearts wouldn't slow down,
The sight of so much water,
It makes my green face frown.

Oh how you Earthlings are lucky,
With your technology but little brains,
Suprisingly you have very few ligaments,
No wonder your close to insane.

I went for a walk in the city,
With many structures tall,
I saw some metal creatures,
Who had an alarming call.

The people around me are different,
To the people near the sea,
They carry around a case in there hands,
It must be there battery.

There are oodles of different boxes,
When there button is pressed there is light,
And millions of figures appear on the screen,
This is much to my delight.

But now its time to go home,
And tell my people of my adventure.
"But there is no such thing as aliens" they say
To believe they must truly venture.

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White Rabbit

Quick, we'll be late!

Then again. she shan't notice.

Her eyes are heavy, always.

Induced by magic.

They call it medicine.


She would be angry though!

Only on them days, when he's away.

When we won't hear the groans

moans, grunts. 

She remembers though.


She's so sad now! 

She always was, it's him.

She's submissive, timid, shy.

Afraid. They'll take her away.

We can't visit. 


We must rescue her! 

From her sleep? No.

'for what dreams may come

when we shuffle of this mortal coil.'

There is only one way.


You find the bleach!

It is effective in removing.

Ridding us of the evidence.

But not of the past, not of the blood.

May she rest in peace.

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The Gypsy Crown

My heart pounds against my chest,
But I'll keep going I'll never rest.

Until the thieves are all shot down,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

My mare rides forward, I'll not look back,
Only cheese and bread I did pack.

Days may pass, but I'll not frown,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I travel through thickmist and fog,
My only companiions, a horse and dog.

A lonely ride, the trail to town,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I hear them coming, but I'll not wait,
The crown will be saved, it's not too late.

Maybe my luck will come around,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

Into a clearing; dog, horse and me,
Today is the day I make history.

I throw it in the river, I watch as it drowns,
They'll never steal The Gypsy Crown.

I'll not tell you, I'll take the secret with my death,
But I'll give you a warning with my last breathe.

Do not search, It will not be found,
You'll never steal The Gypsy Crown

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A Message For You

On the wall, a message to you.

I want you to remember me. 

I want you to remember.


Written in red, vivid and vibrant,

I want you to remember then.

I want you to remember.


My masterpiece, crying my tears.

I want you to remember how.

I want you to remember.


Blood stained the walls, tainted its white.

I need you to remember me.

I need you to rememebr.

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Crimson

Nooses hang upon the trees,

swaying gently in the breeze.

Self loathing rips through his chest,

a raging beast which never rests.

Unseeing eyes stare through the mist,

wondering if he'll be forgotten, or missed.

His wrists are slashed, his leaves stained red,

His heart is heavy like carrying lead.

As tears come to his eyes,

his final words,

a whispered, Goodbye.

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Love X

Your voice is spoken,
Soft and gentle,
But the words you say,
Drive me mental.

Mental with love,
It drives me crazy,
Your words so beautiful,
Like a daisy.

You said to me once,
That you would run away,
But only if,
I found you again,

These words so great,
My cheeks blush pink,
Then you walk away,
And leave me to think,

I am sure that I know,
That love is so true,
But only when were close,
When I am with you.

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Friends X

Friends are special x
Rating us not x
Informing us dearly x
Entertaining us lots x
Nice and cheerful x
Day and night x
Smiling so greatly x

That's my poem, Nice and Bright x

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Envy

Green.
It's not natural - nature's beautiful and free.
This colour, it confines me.
A steel cage bound in barbed wire.
Every escape route, a torturous invitation.
It controls me, possesses me.
My decisions and actions no longer my own.

No, not natural - artificial.
Made by man, by their mistakes.
So deadly ... Poisonous.
It dances; smiriking, mocking.
It glides, ripping my wounds.
Not natural, but still fresh.

The pain doubles and red seeps into green.
It injects it's fury, it's anger.
An explosive concoction.
It's subtle, hiding itself from view.
It sits ... no, it stalks.
This colour can not stay still,
never stopping its destructive path.
But it's too late, we're always too late.
Envy has pounced.

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Why Should a Rose Be Red

Why should a rose be red?

Danger, caution, blood.

Why should a rose mean love?

Heart break, betrayal, lust. 


Why should I have listened?

Naive, young, a fool. 

Why should I have believed? 

Ignorance, fear, hope.


Why should you be dying?

Revenge, justice, hate.

Why should I follow?

Remorse, guilt ... pain.