Best Claudia Poems

Cracked and freckled skin wraps the frail bones of your being,
Blood of the past run though the roots of your antiquity,
Silver threads fall down like a cascading falls from your head
And knees trembling with the passing of time.
Your eyes speak of the story of a...

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First steps, every morning, not taken lightly
I move slowly with closed eyes and hands outstretched
Stumbling, mumbling
Like the decaffeinated zombie that I am
CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE

Then I see my salvation
The only thing capable of turning 
a horrible morning in a bearable one
Nectar from the gods 
CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE

Ohhh, saviour of the...

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I love you now like I  loved you then,
For me nothing has changed,
Yet every day we are growing more apart,
Our lives so rearranged,
It's not ur fault, nor is it mine, I'm just left feeling alone,
Confused by so much, misunderstandings given through a phone,
Where have we...

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My name is Claudia,
I am 16.
My arms are swollen,
I like when they bleed.
I must be stupid.
I must be bad.
What else could make me hate me so bad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't faulty.
Then maybe my life would still be lovely.
I’m all alone,
The bathroom...

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(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in burnished skies.

Six strapping sons feathered our nest,
pride your meat, and hope your drive
for peace to rest within my breast,
watching our...

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Fog rises, mist clouds thoughts,
Logic fails, reasoning in disarray
Internal terror permeates the day
It's inner peace I seek to find

I created a safe haven
Where I can go to when I must
Whenever the world gets too loud.
I have my castle in the sand

Where I can finally let...

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Write me a poem
                                         ...

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We never met little Claudia face to face,
But she gave hope to our lives for a  time.
A monthly letter or picture she might trace,
Was enough to make our lives quite sublime.

The Orphanage tutored her in English preparing,
For the day we both felt sure would...

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You, the muse of the ages
with your cupid bow lips
stained with the blood of those wikid wrecked ones
who've scared their names into the lining of your veins
You, the demons counterfit 
Lucifer's angel
what are you but the pale shadow of my own pain 
You, and this...

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Such beauty captured
sunlight shines through the window
her smile captivates...

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