Amelia Poems - Poems about Amelia

Every day I spoke to Amelia Lane The voice of my very dear sister And although her words gave me great pain I always had to be with her She lit up a room, filled my TV screen My wife glanced at me full of concern My sister could never be callous or mean But none of it lasted, I had much...

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In the morning as I sit and watch you lay, in what seems to be a playful bliss. My attention is quickly taken by your milky white skin. Caressed by lotions and perfumed by oil. Forever young you have stayed. And what seems to be angel dust, gleaming like fireflies in the sunlight shines through the window and settles...

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They found Amelia Earhart’s plane! An under-water drone, Using sonar, sent an image Of the Lockheed she did own. In 1937, Out to circumvent the globe, Earhart disappeared and searchers Had no clues with which to probe. She’d planned a fuel stop on an island Out in the Pacific But never made it; rumors Of a crash were not specific. Yet the years have not diminished People’s interest...

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So now a little sister has come into James’s life pretty little Amelia is here to cause him strife He loves his little sister and is always by her side helping his mother when he can his heart so full of pride. I hope their life is full of joy and they can always be together, like brother and sister should be there through good and...

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Asleep at two with curling wisps around your precious face Brow furrowed in concentration of your dream playing out within Then the lashes part revealing eyes A startling tourmaline blue Eyes that look into a horizon masked in thinning fog What do you see little seafarer through eyes that change with the light Inner illuminated with a fire burning ever so bright Come...

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She was known as Amelia Airho Air hostess premier on the go Many men she took to bed And not one of them she wed She had a lot of fun, don’t you know...

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between the plant pots and the trays the cobwebs had seen better days and for all the wood and damp and soil the smell was one of paint and oil as flies and wasps lying in state were curled up past their fly-by-date and nails and screws and metal hooks shared space on shelves with brewery books beneath a clock with broken...

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Amelia Earhart David J Walker Betcha didn’t know A previously undiscovered crater on the moon Was named for Amelia Earhart. And if I go real soon I’ll take part In the tourist excursion And swoon at the Armstrong flag and Ace the Alan Shepard Mini-Golf course And drive the Scott and Irwin Moon-buggy ride Popping wheelies in the Moon-dust After that There’s not...

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Amelia, what were you thinking? It was still the dark ages for women Your parents and your husband spoiled you. You had no idea what was waiting Large greedy hands could not wait to get you To make you what you were not Simpering and begging, whining and groveling. They thought you too proud. You were captured by the Numbskulls Who capture all...

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She started off in Kansas Where dreamers often do But this child with mind on flight Never owned a pair of ruby shoes Spending days out in the fields Underneath the bluest skies Twirling round in circles Arms out open wide With nothing there to hold her down Nothing to cling to But the desire to take life higher Than the eager kite she...

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I’ve waited months for the day of your birth to arrive. The time for you to enter this world is long overdue. Your mother and I have been married for year number five. It’s just before Christmas and all I want now is you. When you didn’t come on time, I got a little scared. That’s when I realized that...

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I hate this feeling, feeling like a third wheel an un-needed spoke on a tire that'll just keep spinning without me Well it shouldn't be too hard now cause I'm back to my role on Earth falling because of adversities Obnoxiously, haven't my wings decided to grow not growing alone through my darkest days Am I on a silver platter; here I...

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Happy 3rd Birthday Amelia Jane Your eyes are the loveliest shade of blue, Cerulean I think, oh yes, that will do; Honey gold hair, a pretty little smile, I love you so much, this could take a while. I love to snuggle and hold you tight, Watch you sleep when spending the night. You’re such a big helper making pancakes for...

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Amelia, writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer, Sister of James, Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy, who feels the weight of the world, love, pain, who fears bones, secrets, fights Would like to see a published book of mine, my friend's next reply, Hokkaido Resident of Gifu, Japan, Marie friend, fearful, prideful, alone, Sister of Meriwether (she's a girl, fyi) Lover of books, music,...

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As the sun shines so brightly I am always playing cheerfully Makes me realize that I have grown into An energetic personality I can call my own; Excited about being close to Mommy & Daddy They're so special! ...

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