Best Brooke Poems

He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him...

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From the ashes
What used to be?
Knowing her destiny
Is life to overcome time!

She wasn’t worthy, cannot overcome
Cheats her heart, but never to be
To overcome the obstacles
Life...

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Dark Chocolate Rivers sinfully twist

...through marshmallow trees in May

Cotton candy webs clenched in my fist

Music-box songs lightly play 

Cupcake Merry-Go-Round safely sings

As I watch the...

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Love is having, love is lost

Love believing that it is the key

This is what love is to me

Way back in ninety  five

When I met...

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Your smile was one of innocence before you looked away.
Was that a bit of fear in your eyes as you looked away?

For a month you...

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Driving home late last night,
road weary, and glad to be
homeward bound 
from my second job.
Thank goodness That 
I have one.

I turned on the radio
to stay...

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I’m Ugly
Ijust do not understand on why I can’t never get a girlfriend
I go to school and try to talk to a girl
But she end...

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Anthony and his plain Jane wife Brooke
Met through the Internet, one for the books
All these years later
Their love's even greater
Which proves personality can supercede looks


©...

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The day emerges
flustered winds
a pull, a tug
still un-known
like wings on a dove
is your love....

Creased brow, confusion grows
tears explode, tears gone
children cry
unable to voice, the query...

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I have to say being a mother is a special job..

Saying I love you is easy. But sticking out for the long haul is hard.

Mother’s...

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The summer is here,
sweet songs come forth
maybe there are no more doors,
hopefully this is the night of nights....

Let no one kill their rainbows
although, the world...

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for my precious granddaughter, Brooke
whom I hope one day will be able to talk again…

The babbling little brook ,
was enjoying the warmth of the autumn...

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Her hesitant lips, longing for her man
unattainable she seems, as she mounds
longing for his toasted embers
sweat heats, hurts her vision and her skin
lust comes in...

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I was looking out at the great beyond
I saw you staring back at me
you were amazing to look at
with silvery hair and your piercing black...

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It was her birthday she was turning thirteen.

It was a fun day until her father asked to baby sit for his new friends so they...

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