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Best Poems Written by Bella Holt

Below are the all-time best Bella Holt poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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A Door To Faeryland

Across the widowed Moor
And down the wild path
From which you'll see a door
To leave behind your wrath

The glowing moon above
Helps to find the key
Though not done in love
Another door within the tree

A riddle must be found 
But do not feel despair 
For the answer is around
Only the tree you must repair

Once you are through 
Follow the trail of dust
Before comes the dew
Find the queene you must

After the deed is done
The stars will show the way
Do not walk, do not run
Lest you will be forced to stay

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That Empty Chair

Sometimes it seems
like it was a series of dreams-
that day when I wore that dress of white
and the world had finally felt so right 
then all of that time we had shared
to do the things that only we dared
than that day when you hadn't come home
and for the first time ever I felt completely alone
now there's only an empty chair 
to say that you were ever there
and when they raise the red, white, and blue
all I can do is remember you

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Ballroom Dance

graceful dips and an elegant leap
intertwined arms and no time for sleep
 then it starts with the classic lindy hop
 to end the dance with the quick stop drop

finally what everyone wants 
for the other dances were only taunts
to the majestic dance with no faults
the one and only, the glorious waltz

couples twirl, couples spin
feeling the music sing within
the pianos pursue, the violins chase
the maestro conducts with near perfect grace 

the ball gowns and skirts look like colored clouds
and bring color to the dancing crowds
men look sharp in their black and white suits
that match perfectly with their crisp, shiny boots

as the sky grows darker and out come the stars
no one bothers to go off to their carriage cars
so still the music goes carrying on
no one wanting to be gone

though soon it becomes that time
when the bells have started over their chime
and shoes have grown worn out
so the people begin to fadeout 

thus the ball is done with
the next to be on the fifth
but smiles still remain
the memories refusing to abstain

so everyone sleeps with joy
every single girl and boy
repeats what happened in their heart
the music refusing to depart

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The Storm

black swirling clouds close in sight
rain drops dancing as they fall
booming thunder shakes the night
lightning amazes and terrifies all

the wind howls and screams away
hail stones hit the muddy ground
no little children out to play
only the storm is out and around

soon the sun starts to come out
the rain has stopped, the dark will go
even though there is still some doubt
everyone looks to see the rainbow

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A Best Friend

No one ever truly knows me
only as far as the eye can see 
my thoughts always remain unknown
my actions can only be a tone 
in what makes me who I am
is the outside self merely a sham?
do we really know each other?
or are we blind to one another?
do emotions truly make us weak?
or does being heartless make us meek?
we need someone to know us all
someone there for us to call
when life's trouble doesn't cease
and you feel like just a crease
in the big scheme of life
there needs to be someone to hear out your strife
one who doesn't just see the outside top
and knows to continue an issue or let it drop
they may not know all of you
but they know more than others too
therefore what you need until all end
is, all in all, a best friend

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That Hug In the Rain

It started in the rain
That stirring in my heart 
When you made me go insane 
And my world just fell apart

Your arms had enclosed me
Making me whole
I could finally see
Who completed my soul

The pouring fell around us
Yet neither really cared
It wasn't any fuss
But I was really scared

I was scared of where this could go 
You were so close but so far
You were the one, I know
For other guys, you raised the bar

Soon I had to go away
I would never forget that face
I would never forget that day
Even through our space

Your eyes still called me in dreams
You, I imagined I could hold
And even though it seems
You were my other half, my mold

Time continues on
Life is constantly going up and down
And even though your gone
That hug in the rain is always around

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Klondike Gold Rush

the men of the north come will ye 
the sons of the south come to thee
seeking riches of Freya's tears
some never find it and some take years
some get sick and soon may die
others give up and still many try
all are looking for the thing that glows bright
the mineral of greed that keeps men up at night
with it who knows what you can acquire 
but once you have it, you seek lower and higher
satisfies for but a short period of time
till it is all gone and your left with but a dime
you'll want more till your very rich
and that greedy ache becomes a constant itch
so keep on digging, digging for that gold
by the time anyone stops they'll be dead or old
keep that shovel up and never stop
not until exhaustion makes you drop
if gold is that important, worth your life 
then keep up the greed, keep up the strife
gold is what has made people go bad
and leaves the heart poor and sad
places are scarred, and lives are lost
if only they knew gold wasn't worth that cost

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Oh Ye Rats

Oh, the blithering allies full of pests
rats! With their creeping paws and slimy nests
they screech and moan and scare
while dragging everything to their lair
nothing if not full of zest
are rats, the one major pest!

I met a rat a time ago
an ugly fat creature...Albino!
sweeping back it's hairless tail
it pointed at me with a greusome nail!
flashing teeth he crept away
and me not wanting to be led astray
tried and failed to stay on the path
(only not to invoke his ancient wrath)
followed him down his trail
while feeling like I was being led to jail

After a while, we had to stop
opening his mouth, he clucked his tongue with a pop
then pointed at himself and said
words with a tongue blood red
words! words! exactly three
"I'm ancient rat", said he

The rat smiled grimly and dragged me away
I did not all want to play 
in the dark abyss shpaed like a door
so grabbing a stick, I hit him with a roar
It writhed! It writhed! with pain galore
I ran away so he could not give more

So what you have learned 
hopefully where rats are concerned
is to never stray off a path 
might as well invoke the wrath
the be led away by the ancient rat
where you will likely be sat
in a dark place you'd rather not
be kept down there to rot
alone! alone! with a rat
an albino and one that's fat!
so stay away from them and their nests
and most of all them the pests!

Oh dear! Oh rats!

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Who Am I

People tell me who to be 
what to identify as
does it matter where I came from
are we not all people? all Americans?
we all have thought and speech
do my ancestors define me?
I will choose to be myself
who I am is who I choose to be
I choose to be unique and creative 
I choose to be free-a bird on the horizon 
I choose to define myself
I choose to be Me

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Hope

The music carries you away
the pounding of the keys 
with the tempo, the beat-
contradicts your feelings
the composer playing smiles
as the keys compress and bounce back with a note-
a note of sorrow, despair, hope, and happiness
one little note can change the tide of a song 
and one little song can begin a revolution
the audience grows tense as the composition reaches it's high point
the composer readies and releases a flurry of notes
finally a ping as the last note is released
then silence-
the audience is gone replaced by the music's message
applause rings out from everyone-
the smallest child right to the oldest man
emotions paint the faces of the listeners
and the composers own tears fall on the instrument
each person depict what they saw 
and what they saw depicts them
soon the audience files out
only leaving the looks of longing behind
what was seen
what was heard
is a story for each to tell
the composer sits with the instrument
and slowly her fingers glide across the black and white keys
what she saw, what the piano rang out-
the music gave its own meaning
and by doing that
the piano in its music
the composer with her tune
together made something beautiful
something other than music
they made hope...