Best Lauren Poems
Oh what he'd give
To be together with Lauren
To wake up beside her
Each and every morning
She's a beautiful girl
In every single way
He wonders if they'll ever be one
If he'll see her every day
He thinks about Lauren all through the night
Her face in his mind, burning so bright
There she is again, strolling right through his dreams
Today's the day he'll tell her, or so it seems
If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to him
That just by seeing her
She sets his heart free...
But I love Lauren too
And my heart feels broken
My eyes, for her, are pouring
Thanks to many words unspoken
Because you see, I am pretty shy
Get nervous when she's around
Only when Lauren kindly greets me
Do I ever make a sound
Yet Lauren has changed me
In love, she made me believe
Her words have saved me
They've brought me to me knees
If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to me
That just by seeing her
She sets my heart free...
Her heart is so open
And her eyes are so full of life
Oh how we love Lauren so
She'd make a beautiful wife
And oh how we'd love to hold Lauren's hand
And kiss her pretty face
We'd fight to be her man
To caress her in a sweet embrace
If only Lauren knew
Just how much she means to us
That just by seeing her
She sets our hearts free...
Well Lauren's at home now, her love on the shelf
Keeping busy, all by herself
Doing the things that she does
Unaware of the power,
The power of her love
Lauren is originally a Paralympic swimmer,
But her uncle guided her into the triathlon,
A third of which involves outdoor swimming,
And did her first one in 2011, came second.
Born without a lower right arm, she’s won,
Many a Paralympic, World and Euro title,
And in swimming, 2009, won the Worlds,
In Rio, the 4x100m freestyle relay 34pts.
In that same year in Reykjavik in Iceland,
Lauren won the bronze 400m freestyle S9,
And in Berlin in 2011, at the Euro Champs,
Lauren took freestyle 4x100m relay bronze.
2013, and she scored top gold in Antalya,
Turkey, at the ETU Para-tiathlon Europeans,
Then at the ITU World Champs in London,
Lauren logged down a silver medal proudly.
Then in 2014 at the ETU European Champs,
In Kitzbühel, Austria, Lauren won the gold,
And at the ITU Worlds, Edmonton, Canada,
Lauren took yet another World class title.
In 2015 at the ETU Europeans in Geneva,
She strode to victory with yet another gold,
And at the ITU World Champs in Chicago,
In that same year, yet another fell on her.
2016 and at the ETU Europeans in Lisbon,
Portugal, Lauren collected still another gold,
And so in Rio she triumphed with a silver:
She has a 1st in Psychology, born 18/12/92.
I love the smell of fresh cut wood. Did you know that? I bet you didn’t know.
Why would you?
You never asked.
Wooden hearts dangling over a baby’s bassinet.
Be not hard like my wooden heart, chipped as a cedar output.
Wood is an insulator right?
Keeping it in like the charge of some electrical outlet cover.
Innocuous scriptures.
A vamp, that shouldn’t have, should have known better.
You should have asked me all my favorites.
I love the smell of wood, for wooden hearts cannot be broken.
Merely splintered and sawed of one’s own, free disposition and handiwork.
Let’s carve another organ.
One that can’t do anything but be whole.
Lucky wood.
Poetry is jagged and true, an inconspicuous fopa.
That’s not it.
I want to write a poem that is capturing.
One in which I can dice the words as may entice if not displease.
Here goes…
She understands the wind in all its fancies;
First born of all our lives in transition
Sheer elegance becomes a metaphor transparent,
To always be a Dancer in the woods.
She lives inside herself and revels in the freedom.
Her isolation green and softly shining
Incandescent perfection,
Sometimes in anger without understanding
Shame the One who bought the rain...
And let the Northern Winds of Ice
Explain the cost of lies in pain.
She, who would shimmer in the silence
Of perfect selection
Far beyond the boundaries we lay before her
Hopefully waiting behind their masques....
To watch her stepping over words
As if they would soil her heart's desire.
She understands the wind in all its fancies;
From all directions real and imagined..
And she has heard it weeping
In languages only she can understand...
She walks alone
Along a path only the Southern Wind can show her
And speaks in earnest of Life's painful questions
Within the Western valleys...
She walks alone....
She understands the Winds...
She understands.
Delicate flower
reaching for the azure sky
you stand so alone.
You search for your truth
in the company you seek
from those around you.
Always surrounded,
yet always alone, lonely,
you keep to yourself.
Your fragile beauty
belies the pain in your heart,
and your need for love.
Pastel colors mask
your false insecurities
filling you with doubt.
Needlessly hurting,
the answer lies before you
yet your quest goes on.
White, gold, lavender,
what beauty could surpass you?
Deep green, Lauren's eyes.
05/01/15
Lusting for her attention my love will not astray
Lasciviously longing for her touch I am
Left as a lonesome lover
Longing for this looming emotion to be repaid
Attentively awaiting her response as I
Adore her angelic prowess
Absorbing her passionate beauty
Allured with her benevolent touch I
Admire her decadent love from a distance
Ultimately aflame from her radiance
Unveiling this starry-eyed emotion
Unswerving this feeling that I longed to revive
Unusually risking the despair in hopes of
Undeniably finding her there
Riveting as the morning sun, her beauty is
Resonating through my veins like a drug
Rendering the urge to satisfy my desire
Enthralled in her glittering ambiance
Elated by her smile, I cannot
Escape this everlasting trial
Nevertheless will she notice my devotion
Nervously wishing to numb my emotion, to
Nimbly evade this narcotic notion
Do you live in a Palace, little girl?
A crystal mountain's majesty
Where prismed lights of pink and blue
In butterfly profusion play...
Do you have rainbow walkways, little one?
Melting colors winding out of view
Into the Realm of Happenstance;
The Kingdom known as Lullaby awaits...
Is there a window in your mind, my treasure?
Looking out on ice blue lakes
Where water lillies mark a path
Between the warmer current's flow...
What magic do you dream, my heart?
How many Unicorns abide
In bowers traced with gold dust vines
And sleeping tigers there reside
Curled round a sleeping fawn...
What sweetness do you hear, my love?
What music shivers in the air..
What worlds are traveled in soft night songs
Around your childlike, children's games...?
Where nothing lives to cause a harm
And all who shine enhance the charm
Of fairytales and dancing stars...
Wrap soft around my priceless child;
Your blood is royal in your youth.
So sleep, my angel hearted sprite
And take these wonders as your due...
I love you, daughter mine.
Lauren is a special granddaughter
Slender, petite, and pretty as a rose
The eldest one, so pleased with her,
Wishing everyone had one of those.
She wears her cap and gown today
Moving steadily along the highway
Of life, with firm goals and resolve,
Priorities arranged in perfect order
No problems which she can’t solve,
Always a twinkle in those blue eyes
Delights noted with gentle sighs
She runs faster than all the guys!
But, someday what a catch she’ll be
If that’s the route she chooses to go
One thing is for sure, she’ll succeed
I am so proud of her, you must know!
Written August 8, 2022
Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight,
When she developed firm transverse myelitis,
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright,
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis.
Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham,
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram,
At Oxford Brookes Uni as a law undergraduate.
Originally a wheelchair racer with many medals,
At the junior level for sprinting and distance middle,
She’s now in trunk and arms mixed double sculls,
Coupling with Laurence Whitely to warmly griddle.
Lauren only began the sport of rowing in 2015,
And rose through the ranks with speed and creed,
In 2015 in France the pair won silver real clean,
And in Rio they rowed to gold at tremendous speed.
You'll never grow out of your cage
You'll never be able to break from your life
The one you've know is wrong
And I think it's great!!!
To see how bad you'll live
under the roof of the hell I hope your in
My recent experiences are all easily
told in a few short words
THE WORST EVER!
and it was great!!
I think it was so reflective
of us so I'm happy to be alive knowing
that the world of Ryan Emerald
has consisted of the same type of girl
with a different look
from first to last all the same...
So you do matter
just not to me anymore
I just wanted to tell you!
One of you is alot older and the other alot younger
yet you both act perfectly the same!!! How Ironic!!
You'll never grow out of your cage
You'll never be able to break away from the fixation on me
Each day I wake up feeling weak
No strength to smile, No strength to speak
I want so much to get away
But these three words I need to say
I think about you day and night
And in my world you are the light
I lay in bed at night and dream
Of the greatest gift, of the brightest beam
A light so bright and golden shining
A star of love, a silver lining
But I’m so scared of what you’ll say
I fear and dread that future day
Round and round my mind does it stew
That above all else, I love you.
With you in my life I’d be content
This angle of love that God hath sent
I need to put my point across
That without you I have such loss
No matter what you do or say
I will love you from this day.
- Jordan McCallum -
** This poem is in memory of Lauren Rousseau, one of teachers who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Lauren died trying to protect children. Lauren was a gentle, spirited, active young woman, who loved kids.
Lauren plays duck duck goose with the children in Heaven.
Chasing each little angel around the circle until they burst out with laughter.
After playing duck duck goose Lauren and the chidlren float balloons into the world.
To be received by someone in need of an angel.
At night Lauren and the children dance around Heaven before flying over the world,
And protecting people in need.
While sprinkling a little love into their hearts.
Lips of a beutiful glaze
sets my mind lovely phase
so lush as the lips caress
with a warm and gentle press
her smile's so pleasing form
a beauty that does ever warm
as the goddess of fair chance
sweetest to my very glance
heart leaps in an ecstacy
eyes that miss her her lips envy
greatest joy that men have seen
precious smile of a queen
Representative Lauren Boebert
said to her date that her boob hurt;
the poor chap only gave her a hand,
and for that they both got banned.
Put away that smile.
Open those blue eyes.
It has to get old,
after a while.
Don't hide behind,
don't hide the light.
Looking for love,
only you could provide.
Forget the outside,
search within.
Find inside,
what you thought was missing.
Once you plant the seed,
Lauren begins.
Turn your insides out,
and outsides in.
Be patient and soon,
after a while,
the time will come,
to take back out that smile.