Best Pickard Poems

Sometimes when life falls apart at the seams
Just sit by yourself and begin to daydream
Think back, if you can, to pleasurable times
Chill for a while...

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There is a young man who loved the sea
He could read the stars and winds by age three
He loved to venture along the Alaska shores
Leaning...

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The Window

From her kitchen window, she stares through the glass
Remembering her love who has recently passed 
Daydreams of times she would begin to tear 
Love...

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Reality

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Death will come to all of us
Bottled ashes or six feet underground
Thoughts are empty; we utter no sound
Here today, maybe...

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Years ago, someone caught my eye
The smell of perfume and her beauty as she passed by
She sad just finished a dance and was exiting the...

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Born terminal 
Ashes to ashes dust to dust 
Death will ultimately come to us 
Here today and hopeful tomorrow 
The end comes quick then overcome...

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Aging

As I grow older from twig to tree
I realized age doesn't bother me 
When I was young, time went by so slow
One thing about time...

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Friends forever. 


One of my best friends died today
Left me before I had the chance to say

Exactly what I always wanted to express
My favorite friend...

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First Love 
I thought about my very first love last night 
I dreamed I kissed and squeezed her so tight
On several occasions, she still comes...

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A New Life
When a baby is born, it's like a fresh spring day
Being a healthy one is what all parents pray 
The pain and struggle...

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Night Flying
Have you ever flown at night In your dreams
Jump up to fly, so easy it seems  
Climb higher and higher, touching the stars
Circle...

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Childhood
As I close my eyes and drift back in time 
The thoughts of being young come to mind 
When I was four, people were as...

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The End

When it comes our time to be laid underground
 Our voices now silent we utter no sound 
Our minds stop working, our thoughts disappear...

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Youth
When we were young, nothing worried us at all.
From spring through summer through winter and fall 
We built forts from boxes some four feet high...

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Poetry

Poetry comes from deep down within
Expressing your feelings from beginning to end 
The smooth flow of words create a distinctive rhyme 
Writing creative thoughts on...

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