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Best Poems Written by Ann Foster

Below are the all-time best Ann Foster poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I Came By

I Came By…
(to see you)

You don’t see me. 
I see you, everyday. 
I am afraid to say hello. 
You may say good-bye. 

I just want to ask, 
if you like dinner, 
have you eaten?
Do you eat? 
Of course you have…
or will.. 
or might…
I believe I will bite my lip, 
until it bleeds. 

I wanted to know, 
what color is your favorite?
Do you like your coffee black?
If there is cracker jacks in-the-box, 
do we, 
should we,
 fight over the peanuts, 
and split the prize, 
or…

I have no courage. 
I am lost, 
the map…
blew out the cab window. 
The ship sailed, 
and left the baggage, 
on the peer. 
I am craving
chocolate…

It is my solution…
to the mathematical problem
of fear?

If it only added up!

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Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus

Poets are like magicians.
They trick the heart into feeling, 
“things” they had no idea, were there at all. 

Sadly poets don’t always know how their tricks work. 
They sit and think, and study, and hope and even pray. 
They are prone to mistakes and misinterpretations. 

Yet…

Poets, dare to dream in colors,
of blue, and yellow, and green. 
They sing songs to no one,
people that can barely hear at all. 
They make jokes that people miss, 
sometimes on purpose. 

“May I read you this?” a courageous voice in the crowd. 

Met with scoffs and “Oh my’s” or worse. 
“How long will it be, why did you bother?”
“Will it make me laugh or smile?” 
“Perhaps I do not want to feel that way!”

Then…
they leave their words, 
lying on the ground. 
Un...cared for. 

A blessing, 
they are found…
treasures all around. 
words on a page, a tiny perfect stage. 

When we are alone, 
not being what others say we are…
we are closer to ourselves and not far from Him.

Some of us, not all of us, but a few…
look at the words and dare to consider, 
to ponder how it feels to fly, from a wheelchair, 
to sing without a voice, 
to laugh at yourself, 
and even…
dare to love.

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On My Own

On My Own

It is early in the day for most. 
I am just going to sleep. ‘
This will make many people angry. 
But at times, I just don’t care. 
I wish that I did. 

A glass of wine, a pill from the doctor. 
That is not enough. 

Soon, it is a second glass, a second small tablet.
I have to keep up to everything; that is expected.
I have done so for so long, I don’t remember…
any other life.

Others hurt too. I see. I watch. I listen. 
Everywhere, pain. Suffering!

Then there is that moment, you ask yourself???
“Do I like me anymore?” 
(All drugs, alcohol or “other” should be taken in front of a mirror.
You need to see for yourself what things are doing to you…legal or not.)

If the answer is not hopeful…
then the problem is great indeed. 
The burden heavy, the measure of it, 
only “You” know. 
Oh, and Him.

Friends, 
Hope is sometimes right there.
In front of everything, seated in the best place.
Yet we “choose” to walk on, the path unknown,
Careless, reckless and dangerous to ourselves, 
and even to others.
If that is happening, or worse has happened?
You have been given permission to go back. 
“He” died to make it possible. 
You can make it right.
It is a gift.

You are valued. You have a place.
You are loved.

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The Butterfly Nebula

Butterfly Nebula

Far away in the night
A sky full of stars
A song full of notes
A story full of words
And, most importantly…
A poem, full of Light!



I can not leave a picture, but if I could it would be the first one. #1 at the top of the list. The Butterfly Nebula. It is lovely indeed. Although they are all incredible. Thank you for sharing them.

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Mixed Messages

Mixed Messages

One last ticket. 
One last seat on the train. 
Running fast, 
to make it, before there is 
no chance to escape, 
the fate of the ages. 

Stone statues, 
frozen in time... 
put up, taken down, 
pulled apart and destroyed. 
Toys to the elites, 
making sweeping decisions... 
that effect us all. 

Shooting rays at the sun, 
that warms our world. 
There... there is life bleeding out, 
in torrents of colors, 
red, gold, blue, and even green. 
Soon there will be 
no living thing... 
left. 

The rich man buys up acres, 
and lets the land go fallow. 
The homeless starve in their tents
downtown. 
Food lines, and riots by pirates, 
a caravan of the starving
mongrels, zombies,
and the lost.

The journey coming to an end, 
the roller skates stopped on the concrete... 
signs that say go home, 
but there is nowhere to go.

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Call Your Mother

Call Your Mother

Pick up the phone...
do it now. 
If you can.
Later if you must, 
I trust that you, 
know the difference. 

She never put you off 
or told you "later" on. 
She was there, 
when the world, 
was not.  

Not everyone has one, 
"someone" like her. 
You are ungrateful, 
and a prick. 
That is thick from me, 
as I hate my own, 
don't you see. 

Some moms are not kind, 
they do not make cookies, 
or serve you wine. 
They have other ways, 
of making their 
presence known. 

That does not mean, 
that yours is less, 
or undeserving. 
You decide,
Clyde, 
but don't hide, 
take pride, 
in the manner you say, 
that is "my mom..."
over there, 
to share, 
stories about the good times, 
prayers about the bad, 
and hugs, 
for all the days 
in the middle.

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The Unhappy Hostess

Come into my house, 
Sit anywhere you like. 

No, not at my table, 
No, not on my chair. 
Come into my house,
Sit anywhere.

I invited you, 
I opened up my home.
Oh, I changed my mind, 
It is a vaulted tome.
Sit anywhere.

Come into my house,
You really are not welcome.
You are a phantom guest, 
And a sadly, unwanted pest,
Yet still...
Sit anywhere.

It is a perfect place,
You should have been more proud, 
Just to be invited, 
And permitted, in the crowd. 
Sit anywhere. 

With rules and hidden spaces.
And a common thought out plan, 
You do not fit, so do not sit, 
“Sit anywhere”.

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Another One Down

Another One Down
And another one bites the dust. 

Marriage. 
My friend, my neighbor, the lady next door, 
Rampant miscalculations of being too nice, 
two people that complain, endlessly.

She does not do enough. 
I have not had “any” in weeks. 
I work all the time. 
What do I show for it?
When do I get my due?
These are the words, 
That he would spew. 

She did the dishes, 
She worked two jobs, 
She got the kids to school, 
What a fool…
She made dinners, 
and kept appointments, 
made small talk with your mom, 
who hates her. 

Yet… She does (did) not do enough. 
I wanted, need(ed) more. 
I wanted my feet rubbed, twice each night. 
I wanted someone to bring my dinner in the chair. 
When my plate is empty, I want more…
I want her to fill it, 
and every need, 
that I can think of, 
until, 
I feel… 
loved,
enough.

I am “first” not last, I am the husband. 
I am the King of everything. 
I sit alone in my new apartment. 
“Why… is she mad at me?”




Red roses bleed...you just can not see it...

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Angels Sing

Angels Sing

I hear them, 
all the time. 
When I pick up my child, 
and hold her close, 
her breath…
Harps; lovely,
faraway, 
and distant.

When I go to my grandmothers, 
and clean her kitchen, 
all afternoon, 
while she teaches me, 
how to make, 
cornbread and beans…
the right way.
Violins and soft flutes, 
as she smoked for 60 years. 
She is dying, 
My heart is crying, 
but the woodwinds are respectful…
of her years, if not my tears.

When I go to my loves grave, 
and stand beside the small flag, 
I can hear the band, 
playing Rock Songs, 
favorite one time hits, 
and the Star Spangled Banner!
The vocals, on high, 
Every word a blessing
to the family, 
you left behind. 

The freedom to listen, 
The freedom to sing, 
to laugh and pray, 
about everything!

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If I

If I

Were exactly what you needed…
you would be mine now. 
I would sadly die however, 
as… if that were true? 
I would be in heaven. 

I am not, but I strive to be. 
Perhaps you might look at me? 
I will not kindle a bad hope. 
I am not stupid, I use plain soap. 
Yet, I want the best…
for you. (a low, and serious tone… barely heard)

What does that mean;
I want to be the knight that saves the day,
that requires not a kiss or token.
I want to be the warrior that defends your honor, 
that demands still nothing and provides more…
I want to be the shadow ninja…
even if unasked, filling needs, 
all that I can, until I can not. 
More than that, I want to make sure, 
no one ever hurts you again.
While I draw breath, that will be the way of it. 
Your eyes betray the truth of your laughter…sadly too real. 
Your secrets, they are safe, I do not need the details of hell. 

Sometimes things can not easily be fought, 
They have no name, no face, as they have been torn away…
Clawed out of existence in the pathways of our mind(s).
Ever vigilant I am your friend. I mean that. 
It is not more than that, or ever less. 
If I, if you, if we, it can not be.