Short Amy Poems
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I am so proud to have you as a companion of mine
as we together fight all of Poetry Soup's bullies one at a time.
Amy, You are truly the Batman to my Robin.
Luv Ya Sweetie!
Amy cat passed
six days ago today…
FATE took her away
after eleven purrfect years
We offer this tribute with gratitude
for the gray tabby ninja with cattitude —
finis vitae sed non amoris
The often unheard and often unseen
lovely, inspirational Amy Green.
Oh the cherished shared moments that have been.
To this day and always my kindred spirit queen.
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Poems by Amy Green
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when i heard about her death
i ran out to buy her record
something about her death to me
made her music much much better
someone from this world was taken
far too soon than usual
they say they offered her some help
but all they got was her refusal
FOR AMY (triple Haiku)
in that secret place
to dream of those times just pass’d
sweet music and tears
gone not but lingers
in the veins on the fingers
listen out of time
sounds come up to now
ghostly harmonies renew
constantly renew
They tried to make you go to Rehab...
you said...
NO!
NO!!
NO!!!
Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab...
you wouldn't
GO!
GO!!
GO!!!
boo-hoo hot-mess
Wine-HORSE
(September 14, 1983 – July 23, 2011)
Here lies Amy Winehouse under a rock,
who tasted vinegar in tomatoes
and took her time to open the padlock
for those entering Home Guard,
who were found below the bard,
let them remember her next fine toes.
August 12, 2011
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Who is Jeopardy’s 2022 champion
And to those who stood beside her,
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Let’s all toast with a cup of hot cider
She’d know the meaning of campion,
Congratulations to Amy Schneider
Who is Jeopardy’s 2022 champion!
Written November 22, 2022
Almost every day I think of you,
My sweetheart all the time.
You are that special someone,
Can’t live without your chime.
Underneath the oak tree,
Morning noon or night.
My Amy Cummings sits,
I think of her tonight.
Nothing can come between us,
Goodness fills are hearts,
Still I stop and ask myself,”” why are we still apart”””
So kind and caring
So compassionate
Always thinking about others
Always willing to help others
A daughter
A sister
A wife
A mother
And a friend
A talented individual
Creative
An artist
A dancer
A soccer player
So thoughtful
All the time
This describes you Amy Smith
And I am glad you are in my life
I want to be her memories
That last *** taste
The truth upon the liars lips
The gentle disgrace
Dementia's knowing face
Each tear to nothing
i return
Darkness sheltered in my shadow
She makes me gentle and tender
And so hard to explain
No trickery in her game
The forgiveness of my shame
The guilt that feels no pain
I return
back to black
until you call my name
A senseless act of destruction
As he walked through the train
Eyes searching random faces
Aimlessly brought death and pain.
No rhyme or reason to the gore
All colors and races did he choose
His rage was not stopped before
He looked at her, shot her once.
Out of her death a life was saved
And a piece of her still lives on
Her organs were given by her family
And with her gift my pain was gone.
Amy what have you done
Saving all except thyself
Being cuffed you couldn't do
6 by 8 wasn't for you
Being saved is the curse you went through
In the end it's what you did
Taking yourself to a quiet place
Most would debate
The short life you had lived
Fast and red you finished
Not a lot can be said
Bout what you had left
Most of us couldn't do
What you had done in 5
Turning back the time
Would you had done the same
Harry and Jerry spotted Amy, the airy faerie
She was perched on a pretty pink strawberry
Harry confided this rare sighting to Larry
Larry wanted to know what kind of berry
His cousin Perry had a fetish for blueberry
Jerry got excited and loose-lipped on Sherry
He told about the faerie to Old Mr. Terry
Was Terry a motormouth Oh, yes, very!
Other questions appeared during a query.
Amy, the faerie flew off for visitors made her weary.
Amy Ingram, who lives next door,
like nobody, you've met before,
always talks with a whirring sound,
and walks an inch above the ground,
all mechanical that's for sure.
She reopened the hardware store,
mending microwaves and mowers,
AI hope for our run down town,
Amy Ingram.
Red capped residents, soon got sore,
said "this ain't our town any more",
but some of us stuck to our ground,
we wouldn't let them shut her down,
I'm just glad I've got to know her,
Amy Ingram.