Best Tammy Poems

Yes, my dear, you know,
You are my source of joy, rejuvenation, hope
I need your emotion spread onto my life,
I need your heart to sing among...

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Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides

All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides

Remembering her smile, so tender,...

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I am from Great Britain  – it’s not a rumour
I always try to write with a sense of humour

In 1996 we moved to live...

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Walking Away

I walked away today
Something has changed
My thoughts, my emotions have jolted to a halt.
I do not feel the same as I did yesterday

A wall...

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I was born, Bronx, New York, in the year 'Thirty-Nine',
   the first child with a brother who followed in time.
Ten years later, moved...

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Six months have passed since you walked out on me
Wearily I climb the stairs and try to sleep
My tears freely flow and my lilac pillow...

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Brunette, of hair, my mother's face
I'm known to be a country girl
I like to wear blue denim jeans, 
but love to wear a dress of...

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I am a poet and writer of words,
You know me through my sad poems;
But there is more to me more to this girl,
I found writing...

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Cecil the lion of Zimbabwe, famous and beloved,
Shot by a bow hunter after being lured from his home;
It took Cecil forty hours to die, how...

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As she cups my fingers through sleep-time
Nurturing our cozy moments with delight;  
Gaily, Aunt takes me to joyrides of youth
Each circus, fairy tears, or...

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It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I...

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In the auction of love my heart is the star lot
The gavel will go down as Cupid’s arrow hit the spot  

I fall on...

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I AM, "THE POETESS"

The array of pigeons stampede upon soft blue-white bears
camping on the mountaintops. Stretching shadows 
across green fields, slowly depart when sun yawns...

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Over the top of Tammy hill 
came Tully’s motor car, 
Tully never drove it very fast 
nor ever very far.

In his youth he’d taught us...

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Although some things might make me want to fight,
at times I have the instinct to take flight.
I noticed this at first when I was ten.
It...

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