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Sarah

Sarah

Walking in the cemetery, it’s my death
Following a past. The past. Your desire

I loved you. Sorry for my life. Decadent
Sorry for the nights. Sorry for the second life

Yes. Sarah. You loved me. The angel
Loved. You. Hell. My life got for a. Yours

Sarah, your memory is following me
You are my attention. I'm walking with you

Hand in

Sarah

staring at a stereo
in the Serengeti
Sarah getting stir crazy
gotta get out of this ghetto
Sarah saw a
chance and took it
sailed on a sailboat
slowly to Nantucket
thanks wholly
to her Nan’s ticket
nice of her and now
Sarah seems brighter
somewhat better
as she wrote neatly
in her Nan’s letter

Accidental love

I once had a beautiful life or so I thought, a beautiful, perfect lady or so I imagined, for me she was my world, for her it was my wealth or nothing, how contrasting  these two weighing scales were. I was a well established banker who had everything going on well for him, I

My Favorite Women Poet's That Committed Suicide

They sang to stars, to flowers pale with dew,
To hearts that bled beneath the waning moon;
Yet every song they wove from sorrow grew,
Each note a dirge, each rhyme a fading tune.

The world too heavy, pressing on their soul's,
A crown of thorns their tender temples bore;
Love fled like whispers, leaving them to hold,
And silence reigned where

Sarah Josphena Hales Persistence

Sarah Josephena Hale wrote to Lincoln
not once or twice, but for seventeen years
asking him to come around to her way of think’n
and make Thanksgiving a holiday without fears

Sarah’s writing was not only for Uncle Sam
She is also known for her poem Mary had a little lamb
a woman of many talents, who is still known today
showing

The Fate Of Sarah Rector

The world against her
But destiny had other plans.

From barren land
To boundless fortunate.

From testament to record book
The resilience to luck and hard work.

Modern Sarah

Pink blush skin
Burgundy hair
Slender frame.

Sarah Can’t Smile

Daddy searched for the good life, but it could not be found.
Momma got tired of it all and went running around.
Sarah climbed up to the sky with no way to get down.
That’s when she learned how to scream without making a sound.

Now poor Sarah will never see her momma again.
And her daddy’s on the couch,

The Ballad of Sarah Pike

This is the tale of Sarah Pike
Who lived in a cottage at Hangman’s Dyke,
Twixt Preston and old Burnblack town
She walked the byways up and down.
Travellers stopped to buy her pies
And kissed her hands with gracious goodbyes
Till a gentleman rider on his tall chestnut steed
Strangled her dead in his wicked deed.

Sarah Pike will never go home,

Sarah

You are my spring.
You make me feel alive!
It is as if I haven't been breathing
And you are my first taste of forest air.
The ringing of your heart
Is like the sounding of a tiny bell
That wakes me from my lethargy.
You call me the Reason For Your Smile
And I wonder how a Rose like you
Could burn even

Rain

Meet me 
Under my umbrella,  
A protection 
Against the coldness
Of the #rain
But not,
Against you who
Hold my heart
Your palm, full
As my organ 
Is cradled, 
Cared for,
And held dearly

Sarah Is My Name

Sarah is my name


Hi, I'm Sarah and this is the story of how my name came to be,
But also, how the meaning of my name doesn't define who I, Sarah, yep me wants to be,
Sarah is my name, it supposedly means a lady, a noble woman a princess of multitude,
But that doesn't summarize the characteristics

Sarah

The story of how the name Sarah came to be,
But also, how the meaning of the name doesn't define anyone so the meaning of Sarah, dosent define who she wants to be,
Sarah the name, supposedly means a lady of nobility a princess of multitude,
But that doesn't summarize the characteristics that over time shes accrued,
Yet my

Sonnet 75 'My Sarah Is a Sweetness Undescribed'

My Sarah is a Sweetness undescribed 
Surpassing words and making the Sun Shine! 
Her Beauty is a wine I have imbibed 
That makes me drunk on Love; she is as fine 
A gold as ever I, mere man, have found 
And where she walks, bright flowers spring nearby 
I dream her gentle voice is soft;

Sarah's Poetic Journey

Sarah Teasdale, a poet of grace,
Her words like whispers filled the space.
Born in the year of eighteen eighty-four,
Her life's tale, forever to explore.

A tender soul with a heart that bled,
In verse, her emotions were widely spread.
Love, nature, and longing her themes,
She painted beauty with eloquent dreams.

Pulitzer Prize, her talent recognized,
Yet her heart still yearned, love

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