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Best Poems Written by Pamela Shepard

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Roofless House

There is no roof on my house,
The water pours in when it storms,
The sun shines when its beautiful,
Still I live in my roofless house,
Always awaiting the sunny days,
The days when I lay and bask,
Always awaiting the rain to stop,
Yet the rain is cold, sobering,
And the true life is shown,
Only in my roofless house

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Stand-In

A simple touch,
A kiss,
Raw, beautiful, passionate,
A message, 
One after another,
Learning, laughing, having,
Love, passionately made
More than I should have,
Too much,
I’m falling, 
I feel it in every beat of my heart,
Waiting for the moment you pull away
Finding someone better,
The kisses less frequent, 
The raw beauty of whatever built,
Destroyed between us,
The messages slow,
My replies stand, 
Yours never seen again, 
A stand in,
All I will ever be until you’re ready

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Ocean

A black tidal wave sweeps out my feet,
I feel the water in my lungs, the weight dragging me down,
Slowly, ever so slowly, I am staring at the dark,
An all consuming ocean, of which there is no end,
My lungs are burning, and my eyes are blurry,
I don’t fight it, I can’t anymore,
The wanting of life, my every whim,
Suddenly my appetite for such things is gone,
I am no longer who I was,
I am less, much less,
Clinging to a belief of sunny skies above a surface I cant see,
Hands hold me, attempting to pull me,
Before suddenly, they too lose interest,
Searching for their sunny skies,
While I lay at the bottom of the ocean,
A strange peace I find,
Isolated, dark, cold, not a breath within my lungs,
A living death, beneath those who use me to find that surface

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Window

There’s a window in my room,
A room I share with another,
I imagine sometimes I can see the world,
Far larger than the mountains outside,
More interesting than the endless construction site,
There’s plants on my windowsill, 
Growing and thriving, reminding me to live,
My world seems endless in these moments,
As though there isn’t class in an hour,
There are no assignments nagging me to do them,
No waiting on calls from people I care for,
In these moments, 
There is nothing but me, me and the endless world

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Glass

Beautiful things encapture me,
As though I am within glass,
Ice blue eyes,
A weakness of mine,
The way he smiles,
Another layer of glass,
I should not feel such things,
Blurred behind so many layers,
Isolated by such a man,
Taken so abruptly,
Only to be cast away just as fast,
Another layer of glass between us,
A beautiful thing I must lay to rest,
My heart was yours,
But never would yours be mine,
Cast away such a fruitless venture,
Enraptured by your beauty,
Yet ultimately rejected by your hideousness,
Things that lie beneath that glass,
The ugly truth of love and lust,
Lust is what you feel strongest,
Love is what I aspire for,
Glass it blurs, confines,
Ultimately I was blinded by you,
Your beauty ending just below your skin,
Such a marvelous disaster we were,
Now, we must part ways,
Glass walls surrounding us both,
To blur such things once again

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Siren

Dark as the stormy sea,
The witch’s heart before me.
Her eyes are of the bluest hue,
But deep inside she sees right through
Her hair is black as midnight,
Something of a beautiful fright,

She lures us men down under the tide,
Surely the rules of death she must abide,
The song she sings is pure evil,
but all the men hearing this lull, fail to see the she-devil.

The souls of sailors lost,
lost on stormy nights, but to her it is the smallest cost.
She has a name of course,
for all evil must.
Her name is nothing near that of remorse,
neither is it something just.
The name she wields is the same as mine,
the name she owns is older than time.

I can see through her illusions,
but I cannot see my own delusions.
Her voice rings over the seas,
giving her any sailor man that she'll please.
Her song is alluring,
as well as her whispers which are ever assuring.
My feet move towards her,
but my soul forever eludes the sea whore.

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Connection

Something draws me to you,
A strange feeling of knowing,
I know I love you,
Though I cannot place when,
Your smile makes my heart race,
And I cherish the words from your lips,
I feel connected to another life,
Another me, Another you,
Your hand fits into mine,
Just as your lips, completely perfect,
You are soft-spoken,
While I am brash,
You are cold,
And I am hot,
Somehow I have known you long before,
Before this autumn day,
Who are you to me?
I must wonder who we are,
Are we made for each-other?
Maybe this connection is something,
Or maybe it is a remnant of dust,
Something lost, that was never meant to be found,
I feel this ache in my soul,
Every moment we part,
Calling for you,
Howling that it is alone,
Do you feel the same?

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Memories

A red barn, surrounded by sunflowers,
Children laughing within the home,
A chandelier above the door,
A dog barking in the distance
Roosters crowing,
Arms enveloping their love,
A fence surrounded by purple and white flowers, 
Slowly climbing an iron trellis,
Small pathways surrounding a home,
A dream I once had,
I swear I had seen it, smelt it, felt it,
A sweet smell, coffee cake, flowers, 
Smiling faces, love in open arms,
A field of memories,
I swear once they were mine,
To have, to keep, to cherish,
Yet when my eyes open,
The sun is rising,
No longer am I surrounded by the sweet smells,
No longer is there laughing and love,
I walk the street, another day,
My small, cramped apartment,
Of which smells like a city,
Cold, distant, alone,
Only cherishing memories that I do not own,
I move on, working, living, and then dying,
Always in the cold places of reality,
Forever looking for the heat of the dreams.

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Lust and Love

Unlovable, but able,
He holds my face as he kisses me,
But I already know,
Its not me he wants,
Its the thing I have between my legs,
He’ll caress me, an absentminded movement,
But suddenly, its no longer me he caresses,
Simply my body beneath his hands,
Something that should be beautiful,
A thing I will never have, never know
I crave love, to be adored,
To have my face held each time we kiss,
My hand held every time I reach for them,
Conversations that never end,
To look into their eyes and have no doubt of their love,
But now i have settled, 
Settled for the brief moments of intimacy
Shared only between strangers,
Never lasting long enough to know
Know whether or not I could ever love them

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Hands

My hand, it fits in yours like a pebble,
Never have I felt so fragile, and yet so supported,
Your hands always feel like ice, and mine always fire,
I worry I will melt you away, this fire in my hands,
Every time I touch your face, I fear
I fear that you will melt, and this feeling
The feeling of my hand in yours, will melt away too
I worry every touch will be the last one,
And you too will see that my fire is too hot,
I have been burning too long, and I can no longer go out,
Your eyes are warm, staring into the only cold thing about me,
I wonder if you can see me there, standing behind the ice,
I worry that your cold hand will melt beneath mine,
And once again I will burn, growing too hot
Yet trapped beneath ice I cannot burn through