Lauren Poems - Poems about Lauren

My Fake Daughter, My True Friend, Lauren

At twenty-six, a gentle flame,
A golden heart, a glowing name.
With grace she walks, with light she stands,
A scholar's mind, with helping hands.

What once began with drinks and cheer,
Evolved into a bond so dear.
Not bound by blood, but something more,
A kindred soul I now adore.

She’s laughter in the darkest night,
She’s wisdom when the path’s not right.
An

Shadows

‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden

copper red
the taste
another from the darkness
in shadows I wait
desperate for love
one more face
I need to feel it
to feel alive in this place
no heat
skin against my skin
it's cold and unforgiving
I'll forgive myself

Representative Lauren Boebert

Representative Lauren Boebert
said to her date that her boob hurt;
the poor chap only gave her a hand,
and for that they both got banned.

To Lauren

Lauren is a special granddaughter
Slender, petite, and pretty as a rose
The eldest one, so pleased with her,
Wishing everyone had one of those.
She wears her cap and gown today
Moving steadily along the highway
Of life, with firm goals and resolve,
Priorities arranged in perfect order
No problems which she can’t solve,
Always a twinkle in those blue  eyes
Delights noted

Lauren Steadman

Lauren is originally a Paralympic swimmer, 
But her uncle guided her into the triathlon, 
A third of which involves outdoor swimming, 
And did her first one in 2011, came second. 

Born without a lower right arm, she’s won, 
Many a Paralympic, World and Euro title, 
And in swimming, 2009, won the Worlds,
In Rio, the 4x100m

Lauren Rowles

Lauren became paralysed suddenly overnight, 
When she developed firm transverse myelitis, 
An inflammation of the spinal cord, a huge fright, 
Which gave no feeling chest down, a mantis. 

Born 24 April 1998, she comes from Birmingham, 
In Bromsgrove District in the area Cotton Hackett,
Where she sat her A-levels which got her a gram, 
At Oxford

Fairy Iris, For Lauren

Delicate flower
reaching for the azure sky
you stand so alone.

You search for your truth
in the company you seek
from those around you.

Always surrounded,
yet always alone, lonely,
you keep to yourself.

Your fragile beauty
belies the pain in your heart,
and your need for love.

Pastel colors mask
your false insecurities
filling you with doubt.

Needlessly hurting,
the answer lies before you
yet your quest goes on.

White, gold,

Wooden Hearts By Lauren Kramer

I love the smell of fresh cut wood. Did you know that? I bet you didn’t know.
Why would you?
You never asked.
Wooden hearts dangling over a baby’s bassinet.
Be not hard like my wooden heart, chipped as a cedar output.
Wood is an insulator right?
Keeping it in like the charge of some electrical outlet cover.
Innocuous scriptures.
A vamp, that

Lauren

Lusting for her attention my love will not astray
Lasciviously longing for her touch I am
Left as a lonesome lover
Longing for this looming emotion to be repaid

Attentively awaiting her response as I 
Adore her angelic prowess
Absorbing her passionate beauty
Allured with her benevolent touch I
Admire her decadent love from a distance

Ultimately aflame from her radiance
Unveiling this starry-eyed

Lauren

Oh what he'd give 
To be together with Lauren 
To wake up beside her 
Each and every morning

She's a beautiful girl
In every single way
He wonders if they'll ever be one
If he'll see her every day

He thinks about Lauren all through the night
Her face in his mind, burning so bright
There she is again, strolling right through

Lauren Rousseau

** This poem is in memory of Lauren Rousseau, one of teachers who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Lauren died trying to protect children. Lauren was a gentle, spirited, active young woman, who loved kids.





Lauren plays duck duck goose with the children in Heaven.

Chasing each little angel around the circle until they burst out

Lauren At 17

She understands the wind in all its fancies;
First born of all our lives in transition
Sheer elegance becomes a metaphor transparent,
To always be a Dancer in the woods.

She lives inside herself and revels in the freedom.
Her isolation green and softly shining
Incandescent perfection,
Sometimes in anger without understanding
Shame the One who bought the rain...
And let the Northern Winds

Watching Lauren Sleep

Do you live in a Palace, little girl?
A crystal mountain's majesty
Where prismed lights of pink and blue
In butterfly profusion play...

Do you have rainbow walkways, little one?
Melting colors winding out of view
Into the Realm of Happenstance;
The Kingdom known as Lullaby awaits...

Is there a window in your mind, my treasure?
Looking out on ice blue lakes
Where water lillies

To Lauren and Katty

You'll never grow out of your cage
You'll never be able to break from your life
The one you've know is wrong 
And I think it's great!!!
To see how bad you'll live 
under the roof of the hell I hope your in
My recent experiences are all easily 
told in a few short words
THE WORST EVER!
and it was

Lauren

Each day I wake up feeling weak
No strength to smile, No strength to speak

I want so much to get away
But these three words I need to say

I think about you day and night
And in my world you are the light

I lay in bed at night and dream
Of the greatest gift, of the brightest beam

A light

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