Of Her Own Poems - Poems about Of Her Own

Alienating friends and family She could do naturally Her own recurring theme She dies friendless and completely alone Of course this was her own choice A life of her making...

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After the funeral, the town changed its street maps, old houses were relocated. new shops opened in long emptied malls. They had never shared their likes or interests, they had not even shared an equitable life; now she understood the changing landscape. Before his death, the town was seen through his own lens only; he was ever determined to shape her view, make her see...

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She wanted to spend all of her birthday money on llama socks. They were beautiful, blue llamas with lavender and marigold stripes. Fluffy tassels on the side; but they were costly. She had twenty dollars total. With tax, these socks were going to take most of it. Her mother tried to talk her out of it. Took her to the dollar...

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Oh, heavenly Father Often I wonder, why? Do you bother? You and our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ warrant us mercies, unwavering And Jesus Christ Oh! Jesus Yes! Jesus Christ the light (He is the Light) Heavenly Father You are our HOPE Oh! And Jesus Christ also you’re our HOPE This is my testimony My testimony of my faith O’ Jesus, Jesus you’ve redeemed us Jesus Christ...

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Woods never asked to be this cold At least the shivering has stopped Maybe this is why the leaves are on the ground The wild life is searching for warmth Air is not yet bitter, but it will be tonight My boots make satisfactory crunching noises I stop and listen to the silence, Have any other humans ever been here? I take out...

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camera has a mind of her own photographs angles eye unseen brilliance of film not overblown remarkable black and white so keen catching shadows that others miss photographer undisclosed hidden lens confident giving scene a gentle kiss rapid shutter, nothing posed camera has mysterious ways capturing three dimensional essence, her imagination truly slays stunning us with unseen magnificence...

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Everything Makes You Cry Everything stops When death grabs your family Words, smells, sounds, music, and laughter Can make you cry. Laughter comes back slowly. Smiles make you feel guilty. You do not eat, for your loved one no longer can. You are on auto-pilot but.... You are also on hyper-alert, full out Screaming, wailing, keening, From one minute to the next. Grief is like nothing...

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A ROOM OF HER OWN Byron died at thirty six Prolific poet’s work was done Lucky I am still alive I had no time ‘til fifty one....

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