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Hannah Myers Poem
Falling down, down, down,
Hopes and dreams are like leaves of a tree
And they crash into the ground
And no one says a thing
Because the impact won’t make a sound
It’s the society that we live in
The world that we’ve chose
Where things that are silent
Are pushed to the side
And cleared out for the ones
On a smooth and calm ride
What we need to do
What we should be doing
Is picking those “leaves” up off of the ground
And building a new tree
Give them a way,
Give them the chance,
To start a new life
And learn how to dance
Catch them before they crash,
And comfort them to health
This is the start
Of a forest of wealth
Where the leaves
And the hopes and dreams
Are working together
Walk through that forest
And you’ll step on clean,
Green
Grass.
Not a leaf in sight
Will alter your path
And should one begin to droop,
It will be held up
by the rest.
Copyright © Hannah Myers | Year Posted 2014
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Hannah Myers Poem
The wind breaks over me,
And I feel it in my bones.
But none of this would matter,
If I had you to hold.
With the cold as a reminder,
Of our time together,
You are now miles away,
But, this is your sweater.
We look up at the sky,
Through clouds and city lights,
And that moonlight,
I can picture it,
Sparkling in your eyes.
I do not have to be near you,
To know deep inside,
That those sparkling eyes,
Are ever so wide.
I look up at that moon,
And I swear I can see it.
Although our bodies have,
Our hearts will never split.
We share that moon,
And we look at it together.
Though miles separate us,
We share the same weather.
When I feel lonely,
Most often at night,
I go outside,
And look out into the chilled sky…
In that moon shining down,
I can feel your eyes.
Copyright © Hannah Myers | Year Posted 2014
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