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Best Poems Written by Pam Murray

Below are the all-time best Pam Murray poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Halloween Dream

A heavy silence fills the night;

But wait, is that a whispered word?

It echoed by the closet door.

Is that a ghostly voice I heard?

 

I feel a very icy touch

Upon my face.  I’m shivering.

This is a scary time of year

As shadows swallow everything

 

And houses in my neighborhood

Seem haunted as the moon breaks full.

What is that on my bedroom floor?

Is that a ghoul with battered skull?

 

My heart is beating very fast.

My throat is dry and I can’t scream.

My mother’s voice whispers to me.

Wake up my girl.  It’s just a dream.

 

My room is quickly filled with light.

My soccer ball is by my bed

My shimmering costume hangs nearby

Caught in a breeze.  There’s nothing dead!

 

© 2017  Pam H. Murray

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Suicide Note

A note, a cry, a silent plea;
Don’t let it end in tragedy.
Don’t let it be a sad good-bye
That haunts me as cruel seasons fly.

Let all the dreams I shared with you
Be strong enough to help you through
Those painful times of dark despair.
Our hearts still beat as one somewhere.

I’m reaching out, ready to fall
Into the well.  I heard your call
And lie awake, afraid to sleep,
My eyes too full of tears to weep.

A sense of dread, Hope hits the ground
As life becomes a desperate sound
And hours fill with emptiness
That can’t contain my deep distress.

I know that you’re too far away
For me to get to you.  Please stay.
The loss of you would wound my soul.
No power on earth could make it whole.

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The Victim

Another night of solitude
Another vacant dream
A pain that wanders through my soul
But will not let me scream

A frightened child lives on in me
And takes away my will.
It burns me with its memories
And makes my heart grow still.

I shoulder check the room at night
And I’m afraid to weep.
I’m so afraid someone will find
This secret that I keep.

I learned the most important thing
Is to self isolate
And there’s a shadow deep in me
That I have learned to hate.

Don’t touch me with those platitudes.
I know it may seem strange
But you have not walked in my shoes.
For you I’ll never change.

Pam H. Murray

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Crow Man

The young crow came and looked me in the eye,
Cocked his head and gave his wicked cry.
It seemed he slowly slipped into my mind,
Laughed his laugh.  I left my dreams behind.

He showed me things I never thought I’d see.
In fields of wheat we found an ancient tree.
We landed there beside a cowboy ghost
Who turned into an entertaining host.

He said, “You know, in spirit you’re my child.
You’ve grown up sad and often been quite wild.”
He showed me streets where folks bled caustic oil
And where the dead were part of caustic soil.

I saw their bones consumed beneath my feet
And in the chill I had no body heat.
He showed me rivers white with human dust
And crumbling ghetto walls you couldn’t trust.

“I know, my son, you’ve seen it all before;
The grime, the hate and years of being poor.
One day you’ll be that ghost up in the tree,
When you and I will share eternity.”

Then, as a crow, he quickly flew away.
His last words were, “You’d better learn to pray.”
They echoed as I turned to face the wind.
There was no hope for me because I’d sinned.

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Communing With Wrens

The green tree, home to Jenny Wren,
Sits on a lush oasis at the back of my yard.
As sunlight penetrates
Find me sitting on a shady bench
Eye to eye with these tiny creatures,
Relaxing to the flutter of their wings
As they continue
Going about their lives
Unafraid of my presence,
Communing with my spirit.

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Be Proud

Sunlight streaks across the floor
With Autumn just outside my door
And blue sky stretching overhead.
Fall’s holding on by just a thread.

As Winter’s ice hangs in the air
And dry leaves scatter everywhere
I think about the year gone by,
The many things I couldn’t try

And all the ways we learned to cope.
We shed our tears yet learned to hope.
So many things that came to be
Showed us our true humanity.

So let the seasons spin around.
Be proud of all the things we’ve found
And all the things that we have done
To make each day a special one.

Pam H. Murray

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Let Me Sing

Let me sing to you upon the wind
That brushes over mountain tops
And, in the valley far below,
Dances through the farmers’ crops.

I’ll sing the sea which sends its waves
Before the wind, an act of trust,
And dandelions in a field
That send their seeds, a swirling dust.

I’ll sing the smile in someone’s eyes
Who welcomes you with open arms
And random eagles overhead
While sparrows sound their shrill alarms.

In the quiet of the night
I’ll sing you here to be with me,
To outshine all this world gives us.
I’ll sing us all as family.

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Magic Hours

As night steals down the silent streets
It brings a peaceful solitude.
I gaze beyond my windowsill
And wish the day would not intrude.

Night has no cares to worry me,
Just quiet thoughts meandering
Through distances and memories.
Who knows what future years may bring.

I sink into my favourite chair,
Close my eyes and drift along,
Content to feel these magic hours
Move slowly in an ageless song.

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A Touch

Helpless in the Winter’s storm
I tried so hard; could not get warm.
The leafless trees seemed sad to me.
The air was cold.  No melody

Came from the birds.  My darkest hour
Lay on my shoulders.  All it’s power
Seemed to suppress my inner light.
This was my dark and lonely night.

I stopped to catch my breath a while
And thought about the way you’d smile
At sunlight breaking through the clouds
And suddenly depressing shrouds

Became a touch that warmed my heart.
I’m waiting now for Spring to start.
Then I’ll relive through memory
A thousand gifts you gave to me.

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Seeking Solace

Dear Lord I’m spending time alone
Not used to being on my own.
My days are dark, devoid of touch.
I’m missing family so much.

Please be with me and hold my hand.
I know that you will understand
My need to know Your saving grace
When tears start flowing down my face.

But with Your touch I know that I
Will heal and, like a butterfly
Rising up with wings unfurled,
Will add my beauty to this world.