Best Little Girl Poems

~The Untold Fatal Attraction Poem~

Mid-morning she sees the sun ahead
Her death flowed in a messaged bottle
Gazing into her brown eyes upon all open sores,
Her conscience...

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Floating down with grace and ease
Carried off by the Autumn breeze
Rich in hues of orange and red
Landing in the flower bed

What once was buzzing full...

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~ A Storybook Princess ~ 

She dreams of princes, princesses and balls 
   A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall
O, the...

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Far away in a
                land torn with war,
  ...

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Our first awareness
      falling through time
      through blood-rain, pure white snow, green vegetation 
 ...

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Where the sound of the wind whistled through the cracks in the walls and the door-sills where pots collected rain beneath a leaky roof where...

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To be at peace with myself again..


To ..

 Smell the scent of fresh-cut grass
 Hear the crunch of falling leaves
 Wear garlands of yellow daises
Feel...

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An old man
A Grumpy bitter old man
Bitter face
Red nose
Wrinkled beady eyes
Scruffy clothes his best attire

Life has not been kind
So his bitter words bite those around
He...

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I decorate a grotto for you, Mama
where orchids and holy images
embellish this special place and day,
that saintly icons guard you there
as if they beg me...

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When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped...

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In the recollections of my journey thus far, the tattered pages of my life flutter
in my mind.  Like snapshots of times and places in...

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My dear brother Butch,

Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or...

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When winter paints those frosty ferns on my windowpane
I find myself a little girl up on your lap again
In that old house there by the...

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I left her behind
emaciated
I left her
dying
I left her
I left her
I wanted to die there with her
there in the desert
where I left my mother
there where the...

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In camps, they’d slaved and starved; cold nights, they’d slept -

Each woman, man, and little girl and boy.

Relentless horror had around them crept.

In camps, they’d...

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