Best Caroline Poems

9/20/16

I am Caroline Foster.
I am fifteen-years-old.
I am shortish.
I am rather thin.
I am intelligent I guess.
I am oblivious.
I am weird.
I am childish.
I am different and not in a good way.

I am the girl who sits in the front of the class because I am expected to.
I...

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She wakes to scrub the walk with brine 
as endless tales pile in her thoughts.
This, shy young maid named Caroline,
she fears labors will be her lot.
Reprieve, a pen is her best friend;
wearisome work, few hours to lend
for frivolous pursuits and cares.
Alone, flowing words wash her...

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Oh Caroline! Caroline
My heart never ceased to beat
tears continue to trickle down my cheeks
And  my lips still quiver,
Tremble at the mention of you
I reach out to you

Hold my hand, please!
Don't shut me out again
In all these months apart
I still feel faint, 
tormented by memories...

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Oh my precious lady Caroline
                                    Confused as a peach on...

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Kiss these lips sweet Caroline,
mama wants you home by nine.
Cotton panties, gin and tonic,
an ink serpent up your spine.

Summer nights by river side,
every type of drug you tried.
Giggling at all your little lies,
that you could never really hide.

Black mascara never missed,
eyes are blackened from his...

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i don't want this life anymore

should i have to want it?

everything i do 

everything i say

will die alongside me

i could slit my wrists

jump off a cliff

or die in the most gruesome way 

but it won't matter 

in a state of decay

 

when my flesh melts

no...

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I was a boy then
Betwixt conforming and transforming
The ways of men
I met in you virtue most disharming
The pious thought
Bright patience caught
The kindly words, and tender deeds
Of love: they sear
On me deep impressions, like seeds
Making deep roots here
Like rivers trenching and cleansing all
Hence my poem's tear
That...

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She was bad, cunning. pretty and bold,
And her story I must tell before I get old,
Her father an Earl who fell on hard times,
Turned Rogue and then was hung for his crimes.

She was brought up a Lady, thought everyone fools,
Was devoid of Scruples, and obeyed...

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My favorite day would be summertime,
wandering through our back yard 
dressed in the finest lace 
daddy’s princess smelling of freshly picked lavender
swaying with the trees, Sweet Caroline.

Morning brings with it the fragrant pine,
before the sun could lift me
I would think about the day’s events
packed to...

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In the tapestry of life, a precious thread,
There's a daughter named Caroline, my heart's stead.
With gentle grace, she dances through my days,
A radiant soul, forever in my gaze.

Caroline, my love, like a blooming rose,
Your presence, a balm, my weary heart knows.
Each moment spent with you,...

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O Caroline,
Your lips are so divine.
That, I wish I were the rose,
You kissed and left for the crows.
For, flawless I would be beneath the tip,
Of your sweet tasting lip.
O Caroline, answer me or is that even your name,
Or did you change it to Annabel, just...

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** This poem is in memory of Caroline Previdi, a child who was killed in the Sandy Hook shooting.





Laugh.

For Caroline wants you to laugh in her honor.



She wants to see you smile all the way up in Heaven.

For her and her friends are smiling every...

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Caroline stepped up to face the world,
Her pink-grey face grew more than slightly pale,
Her hands clasped a microphone of intimidating scale,
Oh how they wanted her to sing. 

The audience with sat with expectation unfurled
But seemed so far away, so hard to hold,
Stale and fusty like...

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Uninvited possessions take over me the shepherd in need of closure
cast me into the field of fate let no one understand my misfortunate hate
into the hands of lighting I commence my sorrow to start anew from a thousand
tomorrows. What brings the night forever unsure of...

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Music was my first love and it will be my last. 
Its Just another brick in the wall. 
They flutter behind you your possible past. 
Come join the love boat 

On the day the wall came down 
The ship of fools had finally ran aground...

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