Best Seventeen Poems

Seventeen


Without a word, he became a star in the sky
Without a goodbye, he became a memory in our mind

Seventeen years, he lived his life
Seventeen years, he cared for us all

Days and nights, the sun will shine, and the moon will glow
Weeks and months, birds will...

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"Seventeen Years"
by:  Eric L. Boddie

In my younger years, satan had the tightest clinch upon my Soul
I was headed to destruction, but, then, my heart was told
All of the Truths my mother made sure that I learned
Many could not believe it, but my Soul refused...

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Lamenting sadness of my empath soul 
Ten supine feelings hit me hard and whole. 
The weeping willow of my heart so fine
Incidental weakness is truly mine.
My sweet soul feels bliss of veneration
A heart-felt idyllic situation
I can see auras around every soul. 


Written July 9th, 2019
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She has no friends; the one friend that she had
she threw away for a silly reason.
Her father died, and she became so sad;
she has been four years now in grief’s season!

She denigrates her peers because she thinks
they lack her wisdom and maturity
and thinks that everything...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and green
from the traffic lights heralded a wave of white from passing headlights,
like theatre curtains opening.
And centre stage stood I.
The clock...

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In the aura of love my heart hinders,
All that is left is my strength of sorrow,
Where livid lamenting turns to cinders…
Veneration embracing the morrow.

Like a weeping willow my tears cascade,
Over ten thousand years will come to pass…
My thoughts of you slowly fearfully fade,
Only the strength...

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Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed air of country flowers
bright your aura, impulsed a dark desire
breathtaking, you captivate and inspire
empath, know me, from marrow to the...

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My Darling (theme number 5)

Ten times as strong as yesterday I feel
for you, my Darling; oh that I could be
your empath, for my love is very real.
Your every aura I would hope to see.

Feeling you lamenting, I'd be right there -
a weeping willow, tears falling...

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I remember seventeen
     living somewhere in-between
I saw the world as black and white
     Sides were chosen then to fight

Now that I am sixty three
     The world in gray is what I see
Gray in...

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One more year before the wild bird flies her coop.
Not bad. Bravo. Wise one.
You are more than enough.
Your optimism shines throughout your poems.
You know yourself.
Any idea how rare that is?

There are seventy-year olds who have no idea of themselves
They live a life set down by...

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Feeling romantic; in this seat of seventeen stories
This far up, I plainly see the wind beneath the bushes and trees
So tell me, Angel, in front of me, is this your view of our glories?
Did this experience give you peace enough to please?
Or was I boring...

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She's only seventeen
Eyes of warm blue ice…  
a sky with clouds of pearl
Kindness peeks out, 
empathy for the whole world
Ebony lashes, concealing,
revealing, in a graceful fan
Flickering glimpses of
 this strong woman within
Youth plumps and smooths
 dandelion dusted skin, 
That only glows a golden bronze...

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Dragon has left the winter behind; but’s still wound up & flighty as a bat.
He’s in competition with a friend, to be more creative than Dear old Jack.
He wants to make Dragon concrete art, for with Jack Ellison, to compete!
If Jack can do 1700 poems,...

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Winter hazel weeps
Her barren branches bowed down
No nuts for robin...

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I'm only seventeen but the pains that I've had could've took fifty years to build.
I was abandoned as a child, and left all alone. Given to someone who doesn't 
really care. Then at eight I had my innocience taken away. But I'm only seventeen 
don't...

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