Long Kayla Poems

Arms and head missing.
Not an accident.
This was intentional.

Bobby Bendarino smiling.
Busting with pride over his handiwork.
Unashamed of his behavior.

Convinced he'd get away with it
He even winked.
Making the young girl's screams louder.

"Damn," I thought,
"Why do I have...

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I have several poems up about my Mama, Angel Manassian. Mama died on March 19, 2000 at the age of 74. She battled with MS for most of her life. She had me at 41...a...

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So i made the mistake of going on a date.
And normally
that wouldn't be a bad thing
except normally i dont go on dates
with the best friend
of the guy i genuinely love.
But anyway.
Usually the first
and only
thing out...

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A spiritually presence came to me here just the other night, 

I can’t believe what my eyes are seeing, Granny that’s you staring at me right? 

Oh how is grandfather, Uncle Michael, and I can’t...

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“The Truth” – Written by Kayla Hamilton
“Why is it that guys end up treating you like a sister? 
Why can’t I be that girl that no other has had before? 
Instead of calling me hot,...

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Tonight I lie on a dream
As i sleep in my bed.
The water, from the dream
Streams down my face,
onto my head.

I'm so astatic as the dream continues
And the happiness makes me smile,
Like taking a breath away,...

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Colored lights, Santa Claus and his reindeer, holiday music floating in the air…
look around and you’ll see there are signs of Christmas everywhere.

It’s streaming on our TV’s, playing on our radios…it’s on every child’s face.
and...

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Ever since i was a little kid 
i had a crush on he
he always liked my big sister
a fact she couldnt see
i was his best friends little sister
and his little sisters best friend
i swore id...

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My parents taught me early…it was built into our lifestyle
to never miss an opportunity to speak with kindness
bring joy to another person…or make a child smile.

A while ago I ran across a stuffed Charmander at...

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There once was a pony named Emma. Emma was the littlest pony on the farm. She was even smaller then Katie the sheep dog. But she knew if she just tried she could win the...

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I knew of a beautiful angel; Kayla Lynn was her name
A precious gift from heaven; irreplaceable she became
Silky blonde hair in ringlets; eyes as blue as an oceans view
Kayla embraced life as always; while others...

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This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, in the contest section.
This was written...

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Matthew was my first, named for my brother
Agreat heart he has, a good 14 year old he is
Truly a miracle, when first he was born
To the top of his blond head, I gave him a...

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I FELT THE GENTLE BREEZE AS THE DOOR SWUNG OPEN. THERE THIS TANTALIZING DOVE 
ENTER, WITH THE RADIANCE OF THE SUNLIGHT.  YES HER SMILE WAS SO INSPIRING AS 
HER BEAUTIFUL IVORY TEETH WERE EVENLY...

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Like an artists canvas the sunset sky was ablaze in glorious fall colours which complemented the trees in their red, yellow and orange attire. Kayla's eyes drank in natures beautiful scenery. 

Pumpkins of various sizes...

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Kayla, our neighbor, called to say she and her two little ones 
were going to pick blueberries and would we like to pick too…
Which is how we found ourselves that morning among the berries painted...

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I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination
The place where I go is a secret land of my own creation
It leads me to a world filled with magic and wonder
To a ballroom where...

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This is posted in 3 parts because it was too long to be posted as one.
My name is Kayla Thomas and this poem is for the contest Three Gems, in the contest section.
This was written...

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Frequently i ask myself about my ifs...ands...buts...what ifs & maybes but the fear i once
had about those questions is slowly but surly fading. Ready set go this is a race i am
determined to win &...

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Where We Feel Loved

Where we feel loved, the softest “Hi…” is poetry!
Love’s content warms, more hands discovered touching ours.
Our thirst’s best sated by a smile that’s felt not seen.

Your “Hi…” feels lonely though, or am...

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My dearest daughter,
why is time our enemy?
It seems like just yesterday
I held you in my arms
as your innocence overwhelmed me
and your smile captivated me.
I can not help but be saddened
as you come to a new...

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On this earth table where i sit to sip fury
I chose the game of cards over watching 
stripped dancers
I chose a cold ice malt to flow into my intestines 
As i play the game of...

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I want to be good he said, I want to be the best..
So I told him to keep playing, and that endurance is the test.
So he played and played until his fingers would bleed..
Every day,...

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Kayla and Megan were there by the pool,
waiting their turn to jump in.
Matthew and Daniel were splashing about,
acting as if they could swim.
I, standing guard, just watching this show,
was really enjoying this chore.
Any time spent...

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I drement i was a butterfly or was I a butterfly dreaming 

I flew through a key hole into an enchanting garden. beauty surrounded me. taking 
me in with passion. Wet dew was on every...

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