Samantha Poems - Poems about Samantha

I wonder what I'd be like if you had loved me As a mother myself, a friend, and spouse If your love had stretched like branches of a tree But I still keep your picture at the entrance of my house She's the Samantha before you had to take life by the handles The Samantha before you were consumed,...

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Samantha was a small-town girl Taught to never ignore or turn her back on anyone She developed a thicker skin in the city Where she had to learn to turn her back and ignore It was not her norm, but necessary For there were either more narcissists and conmen here Or they were not as easily pointed out by an entire...

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It's cold though sunny, the temperature's twenty, as Samantha flies out the door.. I try to explain again and again, it's not summer any more.. She opens it wide. My heat goes outside. My gas bill will surely soar. I remind her each day, this utility she will pay, but all she does is ignore.....

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Samantha my cat brought me a present. It really wasn't all that pleasant. She brought it into my sun room door and left it there on the floor.. I'm finally recognizing her gifting growl. It's much more dramatic than a mere meow.. Now I'm wondering just what to do. Does she need a thank you note for her dead shrew?...

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Samantha can take blue jeans and turn them into a work of art. I can try to do the same thing, and it looks botched, not at all smart. She had on jeans today with lace inserts that were darling and cute. If I tried it, mine would be a disaster. People would make fun and hoot....

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Samantha was the prettiest hog in the field for sure. The only one here in this meadow, but that did not stop her. From admiring herself in the cool farm pond’s reflection. Frankly, Samantha could not see any flaw or imperfection. A summer butterfly with dots and squiggles came by. It landed on Samantha’s pretty snout, who knows why? You have...

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RISKING REPUTATIONS (written in Samantha's invented form, a poetic trinitas) Lipstick smears, Pillows stain. Lack of forethought? Surprising tears – A cleansing rain. Noah knew ...

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Samantha is as delightful as an ingrown toenail. As wonderful as a virus, hearty and hale. She was a corn on the bottom of my foot. Her caustic tongue as long as a tree root. The rest of the family said “give her a chance” But I had to let her go, so I could dance. She entertains the rest of...

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Three o’clock and Grandpa Cat Chef King Has snagged Samantha and brought her to the ring She is in training to win dessert eating contest at the fair. Grandpa Cat Chef has laden the table with fancies here and there. Surrounded by flowers and plants, maybe hiding a bird or a mouse. Samantha is sitting at a table with...

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The morning illuminated her face: While deep in a sweet sleep she wondered why She couldn’t see through the glowering darkness; But in the morn she was amazed at the light – Though she did not know that it was called light, And where it did come from no one told her: What does half year old baby understand! Her eyes were...

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babys hair with a womans eyes lips so sweet she is a treat Summertime out playing in the park with baby's breath the lavender scent quest Samantha was her name loved to be loved with a peaceful heart to impart she loved horses and her boyfriend to keeping quiet in her garden with beautiful flowers adorned the trees were her friend whom she...

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FOR SAMANTHA she listens well angelic softness innocence born in mid afternoon of a November day resting peacefully in your mother's arms your eternal home shaped to your mother's womb trusting in goodness breathing, now, the universal breath a permanent seal to your eternal home incarnation of all that was before carrying forward all yet to be...

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My daughter plucked Sam from the wild. At the time he was about nickel sized. That was nine years and three tank upgrades ago. Recently we learned that Sam is not a boy after all. She's about the size of a cereal bowl. She's eaten all but one feeder fish in the latest batch. It comes within striking distance. but...

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Sammi was crushed in snow and ice, Under the beam of a forklift truck, Being driven by her dad on his farm, Such that her back did break, no luck. Her physio at Glasgow’s Southern, Sent her to top Stoke Mandeville, Because she showed interest in, Sports and exercise’s cool bevel. “I thought I’d be in...

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Her eyes full of wonder, Her heart still free and open. She trusted me, and opened a door. If shut hope she left a window open, for our spirits to pass through, and find each other again. Could we have met, to hold each other in cupped hands, to guard and to guide, based on equality, not years on earth. To give her my...

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