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Best Poems Written by Rhonda Elliott

Below are the all-time best Rhonda Elliott poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Tomorrow's Gate

"I wait by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find,"
where rust clings like memory,
and the wind carries your name like a secret.
No footsteps come, only the hush of almost.
Time leans against the fence,
and I wonder if it grieves, too.

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The Ghost Inside My Chest

I am the ghost inside my chest, 
Unseen, unheard, yet never at rest. 
I drift through halls of memory, 
Where joy once lived but fled from me. 

My breath like frost, my blood runs cold, 
A whisper trapped in hands grown old. 
I wear regret like funeral lace, 
And see the world through sorrow’s face. 

The mirror knows what I conceal— 
A heart too numb, a pain too real. 
Each beat, a knock from deep within, 
A past that scratches at my skin. 

I haunt my name, I haunt my days, 
A soul lost in time’s cruel haze. 
They think I smile, but cannot see 
The grave I built inside of me. 

But still I ache, though silence wins, 
To feel the sun beneath my sins. 
For ghosts can hope—though dim, suppressed— 
To one day find peace at last.

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Hummingbird Ghost

A flicker of wings,
 a breath of color suspended
 between here and gone.

They say the dead return as birds,
 hearts restless, beating too fast,
 as if trying to outfly time.

The hummingbird lingers,
 drinking deep, trembling,
 as if it knows the flowers will fade,
 as if it knows the light is dying.

And then—
 It is gone,
 leaving only the whisper of wings
 and the hush of something unseen.

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Who Am I Now

I was your mom before i was anything else,
My name, before my plans,
Before the life i thought i’d have—
I was yours.

Now the world keeps turning,
But i don’t know where i fit, 
Who am i supposed to be
If I'm no longer your mom?

People say, you’ll always be Cody’s mother,
But they don’t understand,
Being a mother is doing, it’s loving,
It’s calling just to hear your voice,
Worrying if you’ve eaten,
Holding you, even though it’s just through words.

Now my time is empty,
My purpose unspoken,
I don’t know how to exist 
Without you to care for.

The world calls me by my name,
But it feels so wrong,
Because before i was anything else,
I was Cody’s mom,
And i don’t know who i am,
Without you.