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Best Poems Written by Liza Bellows

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New England Memories

My mind twist like a darkened stair,
leading to a hallway where,
By candle light you can see,
Every door leads to a memory,

Through the first door you might see,
Blue lights upon a Christmas tree,
Outside windows falling snow,
Sparkling with the softest glow,

Decorations on green branches hung,
Presents opened, carols sung,
Smiles filled my dear ones faces,
No gold nor silver could replace this,

The next door brings the warmth of Spring,
With muddy roads and birds that sing,
Maple trees with buckets that hold,
The sap that makes New England Gold,

Friends gather round to watch it boil,
Such fun was always worth the toil,
A bit of Heaven you got to taste,
Never a drop here went to waste,

The next door brings you summers breeze,
Blowing gently through the trees,
There was laughter and games on a sweet summer eve,
If I could go back in time I would never leave,

The smell so sweet of bales of hay,
Seemed to fill up every day,
We would hay until the suns last light,
And continue on into the night,

The last door holds me like no other,
With falling leaves and walks with Mother,
The echoes of words I can barely recall,
I only wish now to remember them all,

There were frosty white pumpkins, Halloween candy to eat,
But Thanksgiving with family was more of a treat,
The smiles, laughter, joy and tears,
Make all the memories of those happy years,

And all these memories are to me,
A lovely sad sweet melody,
That played through all those golden years,
And plays now by my falling tears,

The seasons changed and years went by,
Just like clouds sail across the sky,
And now my memories turn to dreams,
Or perhaps thats only how it seems,

If I could have one wish I would,
Go back to my childhood,
And open again every door,
To live it all over just once more

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Memories Distant (The Clock)

Theres a clock thats ticking backwards
in the corner of my mind
and it replays all the memories
of the minutes left behind

Now I stare at that same clock 
and its ever turning track
and no matter how hard I try
those days never will come back

I had loved the cold air
and the sparkly white snow
I want to hold on forever
and never let go

And now in the middle
Of lovely July
I feel colder than ever
and just want to cry

I would cry for the things
that I never did say
What I could have had
but I let slip away

Like all of the times 
that I could have told you
how much that I loved you
how I wanted so much to hold you

Still I could never tell 
if you cared for me too
I told myself I was crazy
and tried to believe it was true

But you'd look in my eyes
like you could read my mind
like you could see to my soul
just to see what you'd find

No one had ever looked at me
like you did before
It made me believe that you loved me
It made me so sure

And in my memories I hear it
A haunting cold song
that just like your memory
Constantly plays on and on

Then everything was silent
as if all of time had stopped
and I watched that clock shatter
as these memories all dropped

In my memories now scattered 
all over the floor
I had loved you I know it 
But now I'm not sure

And for a moment I saw you
in these memories now broken
Distantly I heard your voice
But could not recall what was spoken

When I looked back I wondered
were you even real
It has been so long now
I don't even know how I feel

But all of a sudden
October is here
and though I saw you quite quickly
my love became clear

I had loved you, I knew it
It wasn't a dream
All those memories I lost
Have now come back to me

Now theres a clock thats ticking forward
and it says winters almost here
and I must wait so patiently
to tell you this my dear

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Waiting For You

'm still waiting for you 
in my mind
Though in reality I've left
you behind

Just like winters ice
 and snow
Seasons have to change
I know

But I'm still waiting, wishing
hoping
Wondering just how you're
coping

With not seeing me like I'm
not seeing you
I wonder if you even feel
the same way I do

I never could tell really how
you were feeling
You seemed hurt, you seemed lonely
like you're heart needed healing

And in my mind I still see you
as clear as can be
and everywhere you are there
you're always with me

And the things that I vision
are like sewing the seams
and those seams turn to schemes
that get lost in my dreams

I can feel the cold air and
as I touch you're skin
Swirls of snow come and go
as I wake up again

As I think of you're face
and that time and that place
I miss you much more than
I missed you before

I always do wonder
if you even remember
that day you turned around
at the end of December

And you spoke those words
and I looked in you're eyes
You said I liked standing behind you
yes time truly flies

Since that moment you said that
has it been months or years
My sense of time fell behind somewhere
lost in my tears

And that chill, yes the chill
I loved you and the cold
But they said I was to young
and that you were to old

But I don't believe them
and I hope you don't too
I was just to shy to ask
if you feel like I do

And than it was to late
for words I needed to say
and before I even knew it 
The time flew away

And its how now, so hot now
cause Summer is here
But Winter still grips me
I can still feel it near

And so now I am waiting
very calm, very still
In my mind all the time
For  that cold winter chill

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The First Snow (Missing You)

The Leaves blow away
and so do my dreams
Lost like the day
Nothing is as it seems

The cold that is settling
over this place
Leaves no sign of you
Not even a trace

And October moves on
and November flies by
And the snow starts to fall
Swirls of white in the sky

And still you're not here
and the days still move on
And just like you're presence
my hopes are all gone

Will I ever again see you
or is this how it ends
Will we ever be lovers
or will we stay friends

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The Haunting of Winter

Amidst the low, soft sound of falling snow,
A voice it whispers soft and low,
But its just a whisper nothing more,
Telling the secrets of days before,

It tells of people, times and places,
Half forgotten names and faces,
Almost buried in the cold,
Names in stone and times of old,

For in this town when darkness fell,
Many odd creatures here did dwell,
Don't go outside after night falls,
To be lured away by the dark ones calls,

The voice it tells of these if you care,
Of footsteps behind you when no one is there,
Of being lost its winters white snow,
Its hard to find your way, you know,

This town holds many ghost of those,
Who disappeared but how no one knows,
They wonder restlessly about,
Winters cold it brings them out,

But I must warn you about these voices,
They lost themselves by thougtless choices,
They'll try to make you believe them,
Follow them unknowingly, unable to leave them,

You'll become what they have you see,
A ghostly impression no longer free,
And now that I have explained this to you,
The snow is calling me out do you want to come to?

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Visions of the Past

Autumn’s first cold wind has come,
It passes over names in stone,
And leaves of gold and red swirl 'round,
As I stand here all alone,

I think back to years long since past,
Memories almost forgotten,
I watch them scatter with the wind,
Did I ever have all that I wanted?

And as I think about such things,
I begin to feel a chill,
Is someone there behind me,
Fear makes the whole world still,

And then I hear a whisper,
As soft as when you sigh,
It whispers softly into my ear,
Why is it that you cry,

I spin about to see the one,
Who whispered this to me,
And in the waning light of Autumn’s day,
A ghostly impression is all I see,

It spoke so soft I could barely hear,
About the times of old,
And sadness soon replaced my fear,
As the wind blew still so cold,

It spoke of farmlands, hills and tree’s,
That stretched so far away,
And sunsets rays of pinks and reds,
Over the golden fields would lay,

Of Autumn’s colors and falling leaves,
And frost that turned to snow,
Of horse and carriage and Christmas bells,
And candles all aglow,

Of drinking cool water from clearest stream,
And standing in the rain,
Sleeping under evenings stars,
Hearing the whistle of a train,

My eyes now misted with saddened tears,
Felt for a time so long ago,
I wished I myself could have seen,
What this ghostly one did know

The moon now rising over bare trees,
And the chill wind blowing through,
Sent all the last remaining leaves,
Blowing past us two,

And with a whisper nothing more,
This ghost began to fade,
It whispered softly with the breeze,
I must go back to where I have been laid,

What has the world become these days,
Who knows life’s simple joy’s,
How can people see earth and sky,
While playing with their toys,

I wish somehow I could go back,
And see the land that was,
Maybe someday it will return,
But my friends that’s up to us…

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Mother

Ever since I can remember
you've always been there
You always listen when I talk
And really seem to care

You've been with me through thick and thin
In happy times and sad
You always make everything seem
like its never been that bad

I love the way that we always talk
and the laughter that it can bring
The way you give yourself to us
and don't expect a thing

And now sometimes I go to see friends
When I didn’t so much before
But they could never take me from you
I’ll always love you more

And when your really feeling down
it really makes me sad
And then sometimes I yell at you
and then feel really bad

I want you to be happy
with what you want to do
You've helped me with so many things
I just want to help you

So through the hard times always know
we'll always have eachother
Because your everything to me
your my best friend - you are my Mother