Sheryl Poems - Poems about Sheryl

Sheryl had never been a fan of public affection. Harry knew this, but he was hoping. When they parted she had used the term “boy next door”. He saw that as a brush off. She had been attending college for four months. He had offered to pick her up from the airport. He was hoping her feelings had changed. Sheryl’s heart slammed...

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When I open my mouth Bats emerge or worse, or better What more can be said How much more to know To share, to oversimplify Borders, places That feel familiar, but not My story My language, my beliefs But not my place The stories that Illustrate Castigate And just wander In normal conversations Ordinary paradoxes Of those who are Asking for help Looking for Dignity Place Something ordinary...

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If you require answers, I'm not your person; always having been of the nature of questions – always with my eyes forward having little interest in the written and read, but the livelier experience of the future write – getting no inspiration from a target-subject, less than one moving.......

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Your baby girl was conceived Thoughts of happiness Precious moments believed Then, within the recesses of your heart creeps sadness Washing away all trace of gladness. Your grief came like rain Violent storm! Ripping, tearing Smashing, devastated, mutilated terrain Good God! Grant them a hearing! Bless their tree, fruits of love bearing. Yes Lord! You heard our cry A baby...

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Sheryl was as strong as a rose Her beauty matched the finest petal But it was the thorns which were like a tornado, Taking its toll on all but a few left astray Julie acted like a queen Her smarts were outnumbered But it was the power which held her down, The wrath of it all was too strong Sheryl and...

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Sweep me through a summer's day I'll pick up memories along the way and when the winter hits the sea I'll save some salt for you and me The autumn's moon I'll sketch in red The valient spring in blue But most of all, summer or fall I'll write of me and you......

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