Childhood Kyrielle Poems

The shaking of the big old trees,
Pretty colors in the cool breeze
Falling leaves coming around me,
In October I love to see.


From the oven hot apple...

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Big brown eyes, pale smile, muddy feet and skin kissed by the sun
All these adds up to who I am 
But I am more than...

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The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched—
they must be felt with the heart. Helen Keller


 

White glistening soft...

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A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open,...

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I began as a mother's dream,
who gave birth to me with a scream;
outside there was a howling wind,
and snow and me have always twined.

All the...

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In childhood-  I wrote poetry,
This girl, a poet born clearly;
And I pen words full of weeping,
I write poems with blood dripping.

It is deep...

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Oh, the age of innocent play,
And to the park we went each day;
The park at the end of our street,
We would play like we were...

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On every continent children are gleaned
for horrific deeds for few intervene;
terrified by brutality, often shunned,
the rabid rape of youth can't be undone.

Girls and boys stolen...

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I know that taking my life is a sin,
But you don’t know how much pain I am in;
Death is better than this hell I’ve been...

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I still have faint memories of the day
When in our small living room I did play
A toddler of three, spinning on my head
Lord, why wasn’t...

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