Best Jess Poems

"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."



There was a time when Jess was young, that we thought we were going to lose him.
It all started with recurring headaches he would have.  These headaches became more frequent and intense...

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She was great with sheep or cattle, and would bound beside the horse,
always full of energy… a border collies best of course.
We’ve never owned another breed, but these collies we address,
we’ve had a few upon the farm… but none as good as Jess.

Two of her...

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There was a big serpent called Jess
Who lived on the banks of Loch Ness
At night he played chess
With Ness, though I guess
The game was devoid of finesse.

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With a broken heart,
I say goodbye to you Jess,
May you rest in peace....

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He was the most basal, nasal
Bottom slowest, lowest
relative in their family, Jess Mamily.

They were fearful and tearful, 
When his parents brought him to Sunion Reuion
He was dorky, dinky, odd, a clod.

Don’t play with him, said the Suion cousins, there were dozens.
So he sat alone, writing...

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Her December skin 
Now sweetly rests on my lips
Still taking my breath

Pale moonlit hours spent together
We conversed solely about matters of perfection, 
about how it's only a state of one's perception 
I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had
That the way her upper...

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She's got cat eyes but she sees with her mind
A feline vision of a curious kind
A calico beauty with a purpose to ascend
She seeks to encounter our alien friends

Bewitched or enchanted? I really can't say
The universe knows she has her own way
When the sun dims...

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You, my life, my love;
What more can I give to you?
You have my heart,
I've pledged my soul.
No matter your reassurances,
that doesn't seem, to me, enough;
I yearn to surrender more, give you even more than I have;
But what more is left?

Every tiny, meaningless thing
takes on new...

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useless

useless

useless

uselessness and repetition

albatross is

this loss

submit another poem that can't seem to name me

no one will read it more than once

except me

just to decipher the meaning

what air am i breathing?

it's just a breath

closer to death

crossing the line

on my wrist

back to this

but, why?

no reason

it's so hot in...

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shes my everything.
my important.
the one i can trust.
the one i can do anything with.
i want to know about her.
ive asked.
she just wont tell.
i wish she would rely on me more.
as much as i rely on her.
it make this feel more even.
there only a few people...

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Jess was only born in 2000, in the millennial year, 
So she’s just a young thing, but she’s a bookworm, 
She trains at the Lillishall sports centre, has gear, 
And comes from Hemel Hempstead, very warm. 

She found her archery through a sports camp, 
The...

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Goodmorning
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess voice ),

Wyd
(Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhhh, chillin
(Jess voice),

Dam it's fkn HoTT today , don't Cha think
( Table says datt)
Ooooouuhhhh, fr
(Jess Voice), 

"Wya?",
(Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhh, n Slow
(Table say's datt)

Oooooouuhhhh , " bring me bak something to eat den ?",
 (Jess voice)
Ooooouuhhhhh I'll try
(Table says datt )

Ooooouuhhhhh
(Jess...

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Sharp eyes dimmed ,a last spark of life  

Looking puzzle and questioning  

Into my soul went his silent plea, 

As if to say whats happening to me. 

 

Breathing laboured gasping for air 

Left this life alone and afraid 

Peace came after breath...

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the splintered glass
of endless tears
the rending
of my life's garment
a rug pulled
from underneath
and
no air, no breath,
no sweetness
could satisfy
the absence
of your laughter
once more
I'm expected to say
goodbye
too soon, too unfairly
yet your friendship
was worth this aching price...

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Was writing him a letter
God whispered on my ear
He is your soul mate

Writing Fr. Jess Labor
God told me
Fr. Jess Labor is your soul mate

Date Written: 2082020
Time written: 11 a.m.
Poetry Form: Haiku...

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