Short Amanda Poems
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Amanda Eller lost 20-pound
Walking around unfamiliar ground
You can be sure
Our fortnight tour
Will leave you laughing at Lost & Found
Who loves...
Diana, Helen
Venus, Menierva
Tanya, Bridgette
Brenda, Amanda
Acheles, Aris
Mark, Michael
George and John
They are gorgeous people.
Amanda Lynn had a mandolin
And would sing the sweetest song
That when you heard her singin'
You would want to sing along
And then with her go sinnin'
New Girl: Amanda
like a breath of sweet fresh air,
I was only five
we held hands in the school yard...
corporal punishment rife.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Amanda is my best friend!
We do everything together!
We shop for mothers day together like always!
watch TV and play games every night!
Because she is my best friend!
Smiley full lips,
silky smooth,
luscious and glistening,
juicy and glossy,
pouting and alluring,
succulent and irresistable,
sweet, sexy and heavenly,
that's me and my lips.
Amanda write limericks so darn quick
She just dashes them off lickety-split
Somehow she gets them to rhyme
Finishing each one in time
To post them before you can hit 'Submit'
Just started to frequent a café called ”Crepe Star”
A sweet waitress there remembers us and our histoire
Her name is Amanda
We call her Amanda Panda
Hugged us as we parted, felt like two superstars
Jan 9 2023 poem
Heavy
My body
Is bricks
My breath
Shallow
I sink
Deeper
Too Heavy
For My legs
To hold Me
Thoughts
Like a
Weighted blanket
Trapped and
Tingling
Too Heavy
Helplessly
Sinking
-Amanda carden
Coffee? Coffee?
Where could you be?
Every morning you are here with me.
Waking me up with warm smells
I surely can't remember where i put
You down.
Coffee,Coffee
IF you can hear hurry,hurry and reappear.
copyright2008
Amanda Vaughn
that you are extraordinary
in every facet of imagination.
Amanda…
Let us edit reality.
This does not fit the standards
of poetry,
or a fancy haiku.
There is dirt
to touch,
and rocks to sift
and filter through…
while I’m still alive.
Her name is Jessica Amanda Salmonson, just discovered this silly
Whatta kook, much kookier than this kooky dude, a real kooky filly
If she'll have me as a co-kook
She and I might set off a nuke
Will the Soup ever be the same, kinda doubt it, a real dilly
Amanda is thirteen
Claims she wants to be an individualist
Has pink and purple hair because Monica does
Wears her shirts tied at the waist like Jacque
Has fake tattoo sleeves like Erica
Had to have sparkly pink boots like Meeme
We keep waiting for her individualism to appear
So far,
Nothing….
I am Amanda sullivan
who needs peace and creativity,
who loves her son unconditionally,
who sees failure, but also positivity and gain,
who hates bullying, and deceitful relationships,
who fears a life alone, devoid of love and friendship,
who dreams of wealth, happiness, and a life by the sea.
Your smile is so kind
Your eyes so sweet
The words you speak
Are a remarkable treat
The touch of your skin
The warmth of your soul
The brush of your palms
I can feel in my toes
Your compassion is true
To you I promise my
Heart and soul..
I will love you forever more.
copyright2008
Amanda Vaughn
The golden colors of your rays
Your warm glow on a summers day
Purple and grey in your haze...
With a touch of pink at the end of the day.
Two toned colors of sudden suprise
Sing to me a silent lulluby..
As you slowly slip away your colors...
Give me hope of a better day.
Copyright 2008
Amanda Vaughn
Raiin
Writer, Musician, Artist, Wiccan
Sister Of Kayla, Trevor, Amanda, Shawntell, Christopher, Thomas
Lover Of Nature, Travel, Knowlegde
Who Feels Unwanted, Invisible, Alone
Who Fears Falling, Disappearing, Sleep
Who Would Like To See Romainia, The Jungels, Kemmet
Resident Of Slatington Pennsylvania
Keetly
Amanda Gor-man
Influ-en-tial wo-man
Black-nifi-cent
Great with her pen
Mic in her hand
Recite her Po-em
"The Hill We Climb” en
Joe Biden inaug-uration
Our Sis-tren
Choclate Mel-a-nin
highly com-mend
Ancestor's applaud from hea-ven
©Copyright January 29, 2021 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
The color of the skys
Summer blue..
The kindness shines through
And through..
The gentleness with a touch
Of green shows..
Happiness for all to see with
Flakes of yellow in between
Dashed about reminds me of
Fluffy down..
The softness of your baby blues
Reminds me of my love for you.
copyright 2008
Amanda Vaughn
Exuberant queen
on a flamboyant garment
glittering
glittering
from the peak of the mountain
is seen
pictured by both eyes
mirrored
by a vigorous king
a lion-minded king
securing the queen
the lioness
as king chases all flies
that attempt to pounce
the loved lioness
the queen
the king's amanda.
Drencho POET Loads
My first-born miracle,
You blessed my youth
And forever, my heart
With your liquid brown gaze.
All the men in your life
Were caught in your baby grasp,
Helpless to resist your sweet,
Angelic smile
As you changed from a tempest
To an imp, to a cherub,
To a diva, and back again.
So quixotic,
So determined,
And so very loved.
A peaceful walk a comforting talk
A long hug a brush or a tug.
A beautiful sunset in your eyes
A kind smile you may recognize
A warm embrace the wind upon your
Face..
The green grass between your feet
The special place where we meet..
A touch of love in your heart
I pray for us to never be apart.
copyright 2008
Amanda Vaughn
The lights dance
With the cheer and excitment
Of the New Year
Laughter and joy scream through
The crowds as we all start the countdown
From 10 till 8 we all anticipate
From 6 to 4 we all lock hands and
Wish for more...
From 3 till 1.........It's to much to bare
As we all screeam HAPPY NEW YEAR.
Copyright2008
Amanda Vaughn
A muffin
Mends every broken heart
And will
Never not miss you
Dearly when you've gone
Away.
A muffin like
Mine
Always has your heart
Near to hers and
Doesn't ever leave it
All alone.
A
Muffin is
A
Never
Discouraging and best friend
A girl could ever have.
Dedicated to my best friend and Muffin
Amanda Straub
In the folds of the hills
Where the concern lies
And houses are put in the inclined land
The old lady, Manuel's mother
Of Jorge and Isabel
Lived Jaime and Isabel
Lived Jorge and Amanda his wife
Lived the widow of Roberto
The widow's teenager
lived Felipe and Luis
Lived Alejandra
Until the February fire.
Now they live in another fold.