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Amber Whitman Poem
A tiny garden angel kneels on a pedestal.
A statue to adorn the garden with her charm.
Her small hands held in prayer.
A circle of flowers around her head.
Her face with a cherubs glow.
Wings outstretched at her sides.
This tiny angel with such life like features.
I sit and watch you pray.
You are missing some flowers from your headpiece.
It makes me sad each time I look at you.
My tiny garden angel.
Copyright © Amber Whitman | Year Posted 2006
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Amber Whitman Poem
The sun, moon and the stars come together for us.
My family encompasses the universe through my eyes.
The sun is my first born.
The moon is the light that shines brightly from my lovers embrace.
The stars gather in a planetary alignment which is our love.
The sun rises and falls each day.
The moon casts a glow over the city at night.
The stars dance in the midnight sky.
The sun, moon and the stars come together for us.
Copyright © Amber Whitman | Year Posted 2006
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The clouds part to reveal the castle in the sky.
The castle of all afterlife.
This is orion encircled in light.
Sun beams dance on it's turrets of gold.
It stands alone in the vast emptiness.
It is circled by crystal blue waters and emerald green grass.
Chimes echo through the wind each calling out to me.
Cross the bridge to the castle in the sky.
Copyright © Amber Whitman | Year Posted 2006
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Amber Whitman Poem
Will you come and save me?
I am wrapped up in fear.
Come and hold me.
Run your fingers through my hair.
Tell me things will be alright.
I feel so lost without you.
I am left to battle alone.
Will you come and save me?
Copyright © Amber Whitman | Year Posted 2006
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Amber Whitman Poem
Old home of brick and wood.
Full of history.
Weathered brown.
Shingles crumbling and falling from the roof.
Windows faded and black, reflecting nothingness.
Vines stretching and crawling to the roof.
Leaves of green and russet,
Ladders lean extended in the air.
Only their tops can be seen.
There is a small porch.
Nature has enclosed that in green vines tied like a bow.
Darkness shrouds the backyard.
There is a skinny tree with limbs bent to caress the ground.
It seems to stand guard for intruders.
There is an eerie silence around this place.
A mystery lies in this old home.
Copyright © Amber Whitman | Year Posted 2006
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