Best Time Of Your Life Poems

Autumn rainstorm
The sound of freedom
The taste of youth
Skipping classes
Naughty and misbehaving
To tunes on the radio
Safe in our own world
Thought we had it all
We had each other
And our dreams
Time stood still



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What can I say that I haven’t said before
What can I recite to tell how much more
You mean to my world
How that I’ve never felt this with any other girl
Is it simply that I love you
Is it simply that I need you to

Smile again
Smiles take...

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Life is like a chapter in a book

We open and have a look

Each page unfolds a chapter at a time

One opens another closes we find

As we turn one page it grows

New chapters begin to unfold

Until we find a book

Like life we have a look

Each page...

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The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For...

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they say the only people who can't change themselves are babies when they're wet
yet  most people won't even try to change when they reach the adult set
they live lives of quiet desperation, still singing the same sad songs
and can't seem to stop acting like...

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Marybeth, my little sister, the baby of the family.
A wild blonde, just like her mom, 
She had to have her candy!
From weed to perks, triple two-ees and ludes
Marybeth and Judy were always stewed.
That was in high school, and a few years before
They both settled down...

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Your name is misery
here to haunt me in my dreams
In my waking hours and in my sleep
Nightmares and worst fears 
of course you can make them come true
For

Your Name Is Misery

You are the demon 
That called himself a dad
You are my illness, my shame, guilt...

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I lived a life of sorrow and pain
     No rest for the weak, no hope of gain

A trapped soul and broken heart
     A lack of love from the start

A spark of hope hastily smothered
   ...

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Sometimes in our life an angel comes,
To spend some time with us below.
The time may last but only a short time,
Or it may last a life time filled with love.

Sometimes in life an angel comes
To guide us along when life is rough
And our faith is...

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You cannot change the past, as time is linear
Time is but a limited automobile.
It cannot move backwards.
It’s rear windows, a definite ebony.
It’s windshield wipers invisible to the eye.
You can drive
Awake, for the car does not drive itself or you
You drive it while it guides you
You...

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07/31/2012
Written by:  Florence McMillian (Flo)
Dedicated and written for my friend, Lisa Giessinger, as a special message from her to her mother, Hazel – about a most memorable day they spent together.

 To My Mother Hazel
Thanks for that Memorable Day

This poem is specifically
Being written just...

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Walk before you speak.
Lend your voice that seek.
Foot forward and back.
So will that be a fact.
Gone by and be well.
Trip up and put into a cell.
Got no one to talk to.
I want a phone call to sue.
When I wake from my slumber.
I wish not to...

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I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to choose
What state of the neighbor of the temple you use
But...

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The Years To Long From Before


How the years go by from the time your just learning to walk till the time you walk out of your parents house.There are time when you ask "Where did all the time go?"
Life is a dangerous games filled with...

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A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of...

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