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Eve Anderson Poem
He lives on the street
With nothing to eat
He'll work for any
Which won't be spendy
He holds a sign
And the people drive by
It's almost Christmas
Which he won't have any wishes
It's very cold
That he witholds
It made me feel bad
And even sad
I pray for him
And hope his life will begin
This world should be better
No matter the weather
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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Eve Anderson Poem
Poetry is for me
As i write it for all to see
I can write the words
Without being disturbed
I put my feelings in it
And never want to quit
It's about me and my life
That i think about with all my might
It helps me get through
With things i do
I write it from my heart
That it feels like a dart
Poetry can be happy or sad
As long as it makes me glad
Write it each day
With so many things to say
Even when days are gray
Poetry is for me
To let me be me
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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Eve Anderson Poem
Arms wide open
And a lot of hoping
Arms wide open
With soft words spoken
Arms wide open
And no more mooping
Arms wide open
Are here to stay
And hold onto each day
Arms wide open
And to cooping
Arms wide open
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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I can't cry anymore
And being scorned
And have my feelings be torn
If you want to go
I will not stop you so
This guilt and blame sucks
That i feel like i've been hit by a truck
Yet the tears have fell
That you sure can tell
But tonight i sleep alone
At my home
I tell myself theres better days
But once they go good they turn out gray
It's hard to forgive and forget
That it's like making a bet
I don't like things being done behind my back
That it feels like i'm not on track
The lies hurt
That i think it's being a jerk
Can't cry anymore
That i think things should be warned
Now the night is quiet
Almost like a change in climate
I need to sleep
Before i'm down to deep
Tomorrow will come and go
As my life is put on hold
I don't deserve this
That maybe you will miss
Walk away or stay
Is hard in so many ways
I need strength to keep going
With or without anyone knowing
Maybe theres a happy life out there
For me somewhere
As i stare into the air
Can't cry anymore
As i shut the door
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2007
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Eve Anderson Poem
Edgerton is where i grew up
When life seemed a little rough
My family is down there
And i have friends here and there
I moved away
In kind of a good way
I still go down there
To see my mom who i love dear
Edgerton will always be home
Until my name is carved in stone
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Eve Anderson Poem
Raindrops fall from the sky
From day to day by and by
It pitter patters on a window
While almost like a spindle
It looks like teardrops
That haven't been forgot
Some are big drops
Some are small drops
Each in it's own way
When the days are gray
The raindrops fall day and day
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A sun ray that brightens a day
And makes us want it to stay
The warmth fills us in ways
That make us happy anyway
The sun ray makes my day
And can keep coming my way
It's like a siloutte of orange
That makes me feel reborn
It's a wonderful thing
That makes me sing
With each days sun ray
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Eve Anderson Poem
I think you're the one
And that we can become one
You make me feel special
With all the echo's
My heart beats fast
Which makes us last
I hope you feel the same
With a lot for us to gain
I like your kisses
And we have wishes
I like your hugs
That it makes my heart tug
I love you so
With so much to grow
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He helps her across the street
That their love for each other is complete
Their hair is gray
But their love was never taken away
To me thats true love
That they fit like a glove
I want someone to be with until i am old and gray
They seemed to be together forever
No matter the day or weather
They are always together forever
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Eve Anderson Poem
My mom writes me
Which makes me happy
We live two hours away
But always have a lot to say
I see her now and then
And hate to see it come to a end
She's getting older
And more bolder
I miss her a lot
And she'll never be forgot
My mom is great
Which is not late
I love you mom
As each day is calm
Copyright © Eve Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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