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Briana Richardson Poem
I look all around the world
And ask why all the pain?
With snow comes happiness
But with rain comes much pain.
I look all around the world
And ask why all the crime?
Either suicide,or murder,or maybe even robbing,
But crime is all the time.
I look all around the world
And ask what is the "Game of Life"?
Is it a simple game,
Or a trial before your eyes?
I look all around the world
And ask the question why?
Why do people tear themselves down
Without even a simple try?
Copyright © Briana Richardson | Year Posted 2008
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Briana Richardson Poem
Valentine's Day is a day of love,
When love is symbolized with a dove.
When all our love can be set free,
And shared among you and me.
And even when the day is ending,
Our share of love is just beginning.
Copyright © Briana Richardson | Year Posted 2008
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Briana Richardson Poem
The reunion was a meeting of style,
A family gathering that would last for a while.
A meeting for loving,sharing,and just being there.
A meeting for passing the love and the care.
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Briana Richardson Poem
Why should I worry
about the future,
When it's not promised?
Why should I worry
about the past,
When it's already happened?
Why should my soul be so troubled,
about the world?
Why can't I be relaxed?
Why should I worry?
Am I too concerned?
Do I seem uncomfortable here?
Do I seem unprotected?
Is it safe here?
Why am I here?
Did you put me here?
Where am I?
Who am I?
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
Do I know me?
Do you know you?
Do you have an answer?
Can someone help me?!
Copyright © Briana Richardson | Year Posted 2008
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Briana Richardson Poem
Am I wrong
for what I long?
A family here love and care,
Feelings deep, for us to share.
A friend who will be there for me,
One to take my problems so I won't worry.
A wish that everything was fair,
All the steps we take everywhere.
So, am I wrong
for what I long?
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Briana Richardson Poem
Mirror,Mirror,on the wall,
What character reflecs me most of all?
Am I a strong writer,
But a weak fighter?
Or,am I a strong fighter,
And a weak writer?
Am I careful or careless,
Am I fearful or fearless?
So I ask, Mirror,Mirror,on the wall,
What character reflects me most of all?
Copyright © Briana Richardson | Year Posted 2008
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