Best Emilie Poems

Ever thoughtful and kind, you rejuvenate my days
Making me laugh and smile with your ever shining rays
In truth, you are amazing, so cheerful and so...

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** This poem is in memory of Emilie Parker, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. She loved the color pink...

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"This Naked Dance"



This naked dance
before the tenuous 
judgement of sentences
the company of words 
from all the silent voices 
seated in the front rows 
of this...

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God has them in his arms
All the children and their heroes
O, the tragedy of New town
My heart is broken . . .

I weep and...

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"Tropic of Cancer"



Follow the silent trail
words like stars shine
coded on straight lines 
blind to all

like diamonds 
they are invisible
the keys 
written and held

Winter stars puzzle...

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He was the son of Ernst, an immigrant gold engraver, 
his devoted mother Anna was a gifted musician-
Austrian painter Gustav Klimt was but one of...

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The afternoon was chilly cold
When I made up my mine to stroll.
But where can one's thoughts smoothly flay
Than at the cemetery on a cold day.

And...

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I fail to understand how lies are built
I fail to comprehend how tongues twist words
Preparing lies is holding the hilt
And stab many selfless saints from...

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I hope this is the beginning of my life.
To move away from the duties of a wife.
Every day was a new experience to me.
I didn't...

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A silk gown long and white
The veil covered her face
Heeled shoes of pearls and lace
Hands gripped the flowers tight
She’d falter not this night
She walked with...

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Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today:

Emilie Parker,
the horror grows starker
as we see your sweet image
and cringe at...

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We are in Lexington and it is 1847

Emilie laughs, and we smile,
and still we read aloud together.
Mr. Lincoln likes the Niles
Weekly Rigister--especially
and of course the...

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E-ven a pilot 
F-ears the heights above the clouds, 
G-lad though tto takeoff.

Topic: Birthday of Emilie F. Garcia (March 23) 
Form: Acrostic Senryu...

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From topside in the mizzenmast I can see 
the speck of light, candlestick Pigeon Point 
lighthouse on the California coast. 
It’s three degrees off our...

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