Lauren Poems - Poems about Lauren

‘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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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** 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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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Put away that smile. Open those blue eyes. It has to get old, after a while. Don't hide behind, don't hide the light. Looking for love, only you could provide. Forget the outside, search within. Find inside, what you thought was missing. Once you plant the seed, Lauren begins. Turn your insides out, and outsides in. Be patient and soon, after a while, the time will come, to take back out that smile....

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