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Tom Welch Poem
Her golden hair shines like the sun,
her eyes a deep dark brown.
Her lashes curve so very long,
she wears a pouting frown.
Vanity is her weakness,
in her its way too strong.
She knows she is so beautiful,
and shows it all day long.
She gave me life when I’d given up,
from her I was reborn.
She is the beauty, and love of my life,
without her I am forlorn.
She’s carried me when I could not walk,
gave me strength when I was weak.
Helped me get to where I wanted to be,
of our love I proudly speak.
She’s the kind of girl I dream about,
I’d trust her with my life.
She’s there whenever I need her,
through trouble, good times and strife.
For me she’s been so strong and true,
stayed with me when no one would.
Her name is Sunny, she is my mare,
and she loves me like she should.
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Tom Welch Poem
Tortured soul
Screams of rage!
I must control
Otherwise I might lose everybodies good impression of me.
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Tom Welch Poem
Spring
I remember it was spring, of that year when we met.
Natures beauty, new love, so passionate.
The early spring flowers, young lovers in life,
So strong was our passion, would you be my wife?
Summer
The warm sun, the bright days, we laughed oh so often.
Our love in full bloom, our hearts in full blossom.
Fall
Fall colors such beauty, but nights turn to cold
Part of life’s cycle, we start to grow old.
We laugh and we cry, our love still remains.
We embrace with such joy, and share all the pains.
Winter
And now I’m alone, the nights seem so long.
With a shiver or two, I don’t feel as strong.
Oh, for just, one more springtime with you.
My heart would reblossom, from the love we both new.
I remember our joys, the seasons we shared.
I remember our love and the way we both cared.
The nights still grow colder, the fire becomes dim.
I pray to be warmed, by my memories within.
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Tom Welch Poem
Lonely shadows surround, life’s flickering light.
Meaningless and cold, they darken the night.
Empty desperation fills the night all around.
Yet wonder and beauty of life still abound.
One day soon, I hope will appear.
Another light’s flicker, for me to be near.
Another light shining forth, pushing shadows away.
To be with me for life, I hope she will stay.
Together our hearts will shine like the stars,
All the wonder and beauty to share will be ours.
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Tom Welch Poem
A visitor came to me,
in the middle of the night.
His presence filled my soul with dread,
t’was chilled three times with fright.
A visitor came to me,
from the other side.
I lay so still upon my bed,
wishing I could hide.
This visitor who comes to me,
doesn’t use the door.
Tonight he’ll take a little bit,
each night a little more.
I used to be a child,
each day went passing by.
The child that I used to be,
is gone without a cry.
I remember in my youth,
I was fast and strong.
Now my strength is waning,
reflexes almost gone.
This visitor who comes to me,
took my kids away.
Turned them all into adults,
to live good lives I pray.
Sometimes the visitor comes to me,
leaves grief that’s way too strong.
Sometimes he takes so much away,
I feel I can’t go on.
He’s taken family with him,
other loved ones too.
It hurts to lose a loved one,
cause they’re a part of you.
He took my marriage with him,
took it very slow.
Took the love she had for me,
left mine to wither so.
Sometimes he takes too much from me,
to the other side.
Right now so much is finally gone,
I wonder if I’ve died.
This visitor also comes to you,
from the other side.
Each time he takes a little more,
from him you cannot hide.
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