Best Tracey Poems

Would you compare me to a summer’s day?
     No chance, you look more like a wet week-end
     But we’ve been married 30 years, this May
     And all that time, you drove me round...

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I was born before her-
but she existed 
long before my life's debut.
Ancient Spirit.......
Old Soul!....Really Old Soul!
The "Great I AM"
knows her as "Tracey, You AM!"
As a young girl she was giving advice
to adults.......
they would listen and take it to heart!
SERIOUSLY!!!
That was a sign!
She was always there.....
ALWAYS-
but...

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You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement...

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THIS MOTHER'S LOVE IS LIKE A FIST OF GOLD

TO OTHERS, HARD TO GET AND SO HARD TO KNOW, BUT NOT FOR 

HER OFFSPRINGS.  HER LOVE IS LIKE THE RADIANT RED ROSE, THAT'S SO SOFT TO THE TO

TOUCH, BUT TO HER OFFSPRINGS HER THORNS PROTECT,...

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You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement...

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An apology to Tracey Emin for "Not Feeling Tracey's Badger"

Tracey and the Boar

I woke this morn regretting it
Saying Tracey’s Owl is s**t!
With one mean and sarky jerk
I cast aspersions on her work
The opinion that I hold of Tracey:
Brave and bold and rather racy
I’m just jealous...

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Once upon a time there were tiny habitants
Dwelling between the bloomed wild flowers 
Waiting for the right human who free them 
A heart of gold that unknowns the evilness

A girl named Tracey was playing in the forest
Daydreaming with a planet full of fantasies
Wishing to find...

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You remind me of this radiant and marvellous butterfly
    She darts across the cystal blue sky as the gentle
breezes carry her so gracefully high.

   No one knows or understands why she is as she be
filled with a profound rhymic movement...

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Tracey is a poet
Raging in her car
Accelerating quickly
Cursing those on the road
Exceptional driving
Yawning now she is tired....

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Tracey
Daughter, sister, friend, and poet
Sister of Molly and Wesley
Lover of Jonathan, Mom, and siblings
Who feels sorrow, love, and anger
Who fears death, failure, and heights
Who would like to see Molly and Wesley succeed, Europe, and Niagra Falls
Resident of Bedford, Texas
Kraft...

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Missing you has never been easy.
Its gets harder every year that comes.
My heart was ripped in two
I wish you were here.
But life was oh so cruel.
Now I cry in silence
Remembering that goodbye.
You walked away laughing,
I yelled that you had to come back.
You promised you would.
You...

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T is for taking the time to be with me.
R is for giving respect when it is due see!
A is for asking questions when things need to be known,
C is for caution to those who pretend to be grown!
E is for expecting the unexpected, and
Y...

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Tracey.


Since the first time I saw you,
I wanted to hold your hand.
I wanted you to let me, become your man.
I wanted to tell you, you’re so beautiful,
But I was so scared of messing up 
And losing you like a fool.


Because you’re so cool, 
You know...

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Her name is Tracey she is my friend if I had to start over I'd choose her again we never fight we only express love there is no one sweeter than my dove we laugh at each other we dance all night and never miss...

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The old building creeps out 
your steps to me,
as I follow,
through winding halls of 
open doors 
and scattered rooms,
holding memories
of other
needy hearts.
I hear your breath,
as the breeze winds through 
the cracks in the windows,
injuries of another time,
as we make our own memories,
scattering through
the empty space,
chasing...

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