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Best Poems Written by Angela Tawney-Nicholas

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Heaven

Daughter and mom,
together at last.
A bright better future,
from a failed past.

The love I have,
for my mini me.
Transcends all of time,
cant you see?

My life began,
the day I had you.
I want my life back,
I think you do too.

My talented angel,
sent from heaven above.
We can get back,
to that pure simple love.

My baby-my life,
my perfect little being.
My love for you only grows,
with every day that life brings.

You're so profound and beautiful,
in every single way.
I'll always bear every weight for you,
Mom is here to stay.

Go on my special love,
always strive to do your best.
And Mom will be here in any way,
to take care of the rest.

I will always see the true you,
even if you don't.
Just know I'll love you till the end of time,
it's the one thing I never wont.

I love you to the moon and back again!!!
Dedicated to: Nevaeh Lynn Nicholas
11/24/19

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It Was You

A tear in my eye, 
but a smile on my face.
Things are starting, 
to look up in this place.

I know what you said, 
was a tragic lie.
But my heart isn't broken, 
I won't die.

I'll take this at its best, 
and I'll even wish you well.
Maybe with my next man, 
I'll hear wedding bells.

Although I really loved you, 
you didn't love me back.
Why should I just hold on, 
when love for me you lack?

I'll remember this day forever, 
so walk away slow.
For it wasn't me that really, 
wanted you to go.

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2000-2002

Class of 2002,
this year is at it's end.
Juniors we will be next year,
while keeping our Sophomore friends.

Although I will be leaving soon,
I take a part of this school with me,
Knowing next year will be a newer place,
where you'll no longer be.

I take each memory shared by us,
the good, the bad, just them all.
Through each day I'll think of you,
our bonds standing me up tall.

We'll think our time is getting near,
we'll be so happy and proud.
But when the time is actually here,
tears will fall in a cloud.

No matter where I go,
I'll be with all of you.
As you'll be a class of Seniors one day,
So will I, just with someone new.

Dedicated to: Roane County High School, Class of "2002"
Sucks I had to move away.

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The Angel In My Eyes

You were my very best friend,
but now that you are dead.
I know that I did love you,
but I hate you now instead.

Just because I didn't pray,
the day before you died.
I blamed your death on me,
but tried my hardest not to cry.

The hate isn't hate anymore,
just a sadness from the past.
So I really do love you still,
and hope this bad feeling just wont last.

I can't believe you died,
at the age of forty-one.
I didn't know what to say
you're life had just begun.

Three years have passed now,
and this poem comes to mind.
It came from deep within my heart,
it wasn't hard to find.

Saying these words,
I look up to the sky.
I think of you,
then I begin to cry.

"I love you very much,"
I say and sadly sigh.
"I just wanted you to know-Daddy,
you're the Angel In My Eyes."

Dedicated to: John Edward Tawney Jr.
(July 21,1953--February 14,1995)
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!"
Written: July 21, 1998

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Man of My Moon

Darkness falls, 
across my land.
The moonlight shows, 
my mystery man.

A story to be told, 
as the shadows see.
One of an angel, 
the one of you and me.

This mystery man, 
stares across the lake.
A gloomy stare, 
as if he's not awake.

His face so drawn, 
his looks so sad.
Thoughts of his lost ones, 
make him so mad.

He looks down to the water,
a tear enters it's space.
As if it's supposed to be there,
and it knows it's place.

He turns toward a path,
and wearily walks along.
The mockingbird sings,
his sad lonesome song.

Along the path,
another tear falls.
He drops to his knees,
and begins to crawl.

He looks to the sky,
and begins to pray.
"The others are gone,
so why must I stay?"

My wife is dead,
my baby is too.
Why can't I die,
what must I do?

I walk up to him,
and touch his cold shoulder.
He grabs my arm,
with the strength of a boulder.

“Oh, kind sir,
why do you cry so?
It's hurting my heart,
please let me know.”

“Beautiful angel,
are you sent from heaven above?
Ask me not why,
you know its for love.”

“You must be mistaken,
no angel am I.
Just an ordinary woman,
asking why you cry."

"Love has hurt you so you say,
but what can be so wrong?
Has memories left you empty,
with feelings that will last long?”

He told me of his story,
we talked the night away.
It was time for him to go,
but I so wanted him to stay.

Please oh please-don't hurt me,
like others have you before.
My love for you burns strong,
it's patient and it's pure.

Instead he tells me one thing,
kisses me then waves good-bye.
I will be back for you my love,
and darling-please don't cry.

Standing on the path I see,
his silhouette in the night sky.
Wishing he'd come back to me,
trying not to cry.

That day he left me standing there,
promising his return back soon.
My broken heart still burns for his,
for it's been twenty years since that moon.

By: Angela Tawney

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My Guy

Totally unaware,
of the love I had for him.
Not taking his loss at the worst,
really made me feel grim.

He didn't even care,
that I told him good-bye.
He was busy laughing with friends,
while I just sat and cried.

Heated with anger,
from the words that he said.
Feelings of sorrow,
I wish I was dead.

He just walks by,
without even a glance.
Did he even love me,
was this my final chance?

Good-bye, good-bye, to you my love,
it really was for the best.
You took it great-I wish you well,
and hope you pass life's test.

Dedicated to: Guy Wilmer Heileman

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The Man of My Dreams

I see you when I am in bed,
I see you when I'm walking.
I hear that voice inside my head,
I hear it when I'm talking.

I hear whispers in the wind,
I see shadows at dawn.
The whispers come from far away,
the shadows on the lawn.

I love the way you look at me,
that twinkle in your eyes.
It makes me want to melt inside,
it makes me want to die.

I wish I knew if I were dreaming,
or was it really true.
But when it comes to you and me,
I haven't got a clue.

The love that you have given me,
I will always cherish.
The love that's deep inside my heart,
will never ever perish.

So I will always love you,
no matter what it seems.
And I just wanted you to know,
Baby-you're the man of my dreams.

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Littleton

People live, 
and people die. 
We're all human, 
so why do innocent the fry?

Innocent people die, 
day after day. 
While the killers run loose, 
and inside we pray.

We're even afraid, 
to go to school. 
Cause of all the killings, 
and the kids that duel.

We are taught to be kind, 
and to tell the truth. 
But no-one believes us, 
unless we have proof.

What reasons do they have, 
to just go and kill? 
They're people too, 
who love and feel.

There must have been something, 
in their lives to go wrong.
Cause the Trenchcoat Mafia, 
wasn't a movie or song.

How long can we take this, 
how much blood will be shed? 
Think of all the hate in them, 
and the words that were said.

What about all of, 
the poor lost souls? 
Their family's lives, 
will never be whole.

Adults must stop and listen, 
to the childrens plea. 
Stop these mass killings, 
so we're not scared to run free.

We don’t want to hide, 
we don't want to run. 
Now let us pray a moment, 
for the lost souls of Littleton.

DEDICATED TO: The people that died in the Littleton Massacre and their families.
Written: April 30, 1999

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My Final Disgrace

Alone inside a darkened room. 
Silently, I await my doom.

My heart-beat echoes in my brain. 
Slowly driving me insane.

I hear another sound approach. 
Foot-steps coming very close.

A man in black appears nearby. 
“Now is the time, are you ready to die?”

He stares at me, his face set grim. 
He bends with the shackles and locks my feet in.

We leave the cell, my very last vow. 
More guards follow as we walk down the aisle.

At the end of the hall, we enter the place. 
Which holds the method of my final disgrace.

The guillotine and basket, I can’t bare to see. 
So, I lower my eyes as the guards lead me.

One tells me to kneel, and I reply with “yes.”
“Son, I have come to let you confess.”

“Father,” I whisper, “God knows my sins. 
This is where they now must end.”

The priest looks grieved, but takes my hand. 
“May God have mercy on this young man.”

I see the people, just a little afraid. 
I hear the noise as the blade is raised.

The blade comes down with an angry zip. 
I feel the cold as my neck is ripped.

Then the drop of my head into the baskets hole. 
And the core of my body releases my soul.

Written: November 11, 1998

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Cry

Fool went overboard,
he took me to the test.
Though I did love him,
he was just like the rest.

His aura was always happy,
he was always with a smile.
Will I get over him,
it will take a while.

Totally in the dark,
am I for the reason he did.
Now I try to shut him out,
lock the door-close the lid.

I wanted him to love me,
but he didn't even try.
Now I'm the one sitting here,
again ready to cry.

Dedicated to: Guy Wilmer Heileman