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Best Poems Written by Melody Simpson

Below are the all-time best Melody Simpson poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I Miss You

The sad memories of you are haunting me,
of all the things you said and did,
the advice I never used but soon will,
the songs I recall as a kid.

It's the way that you would stick up for me,
the tender way you called my name,
it's the way you gave me fun piggy-back rides
and went to every soccer game.

It's the way that I remember everything,
like you teaching me wrong from right,
and how we spend all our time at the park
where I first learned to fly a kite.

The warm holidays we shared together
the Christmases and Halloweens.
When you gladly took me trick-or-treating,
and when we decorated the tree.

I remember and that is what causes tears,
playing with snow in December
playing in the rain, teaching me to swing.
All times, I'll always remember.

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Daydream

The words float through the air,
trying to find a home in my head,
sleep is calling without a care,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

Soon my classroom is no longer there,
replaced by the wildest thoughts in my head,
replaced by the actions I never would dare,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

The gentle breeze of the ocean blue,
drowns the other thoughts in my head,
nothing I would rather do,
disappear do the words the teacher said.

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A Dream...

A dream is something you can't hide,
it can take your life for a ride,
or it can send you to smooth sail
and gentlely move you without fail.

The soft sound of the tossing tide,
a dream is something you can't hide,
a fiery flame burning in your soul
that can't be erased not even at all.

Like the sparkling sun so high,
or the cool crisp feeling of a dive,
a dream is something you can't hide
it welcomes each and every side.

The silky soft rain against your skin,
the comforting cuddle from your kin,
the feeling no human can deny
a dream is something you can't hide.

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In Loving Memory

She’s looking out the window,
watching the rain fall down,
while all her hopes,
are being drowned,
while her heart,
is being broken.

She takes a deep breath,
and climbs out her window.
She wanders for a little while,
wondering what she’ll find.
Then, she sits,
in the middle of the road,
and gazed into the sky,
and watches the rain fall down on her.

She’s so amazed,
she didn’t see it coming,
a unknown bullet,
went right through her head.
I guess you could say,
it was a last request.

The next day,
three more suicides,
were committed.
But all of them,
left notes drenched in blood,
clutched in their hand,
they read:
“In Loving Memory Of All Those Kids Who Had To Go Through High school With No Friends.”

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Friendship

A shoulder to cry on,
a person to rely on,
your partner in crime,
you’re equal in fun.
The laughs you shared,
the hard times overcome,
the memories made,
the unforgettable times.
Attached by respect and affection,
never to be separated,
the one who favors your choices,
and supports your bad mistakes.
Who hides you from heartbreak,
and guides you with love.
Who has nothing but good intentions,
and wants you to be happy.
But when you need someone to be there,
they appear,
in a heart beat,
in a flash,
They’re there for you.
They’re your life support.
They’re your friends.

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The Fear of a Young Boy

He lived in a world of pure destruction,
of hate and deplore.
He sat locked in his room,
staring at the dark.

The bruises on his arms were aching,
the cuts on his face were ranking,
the feeling in his heart was sinking.
He knew his parents had gone out,
to party and have a good time,
and when they got home,
they’d be ready to pummel and thrash him.

He’d sit there and wait,
until they were done,
then he’d cry to himself,
all night long.
His grades were dropping,
his friends were disappearing,
his voice was lost.

One day his parents returned,
ready to harm,
but more harshly than usual.

They smashed his windows,
and beat his walls,
they threw and hit him,
with blood smearing everywhere.
They stuck the glass through his arms.
They hammered his head.
They damaged his eyes.
They pounded his chest.
And then they stabbed him a few times in the heart.

When they overlooked what they had done,
they ran far away.
When the police finally came,
it was too late to save him.
The police officer said to his partner:
"So sad how a boy of such young age had to go through what most adults fear."

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Your Love

Your love is like a melody
softly singing to my heart.
Your laugh is like the air I brethe
something I cannot, will not part.

Your heart is like a red balloon
that grows bigger with each breath.
Your life is like eternal time,
neverending, not even by death.

As long as I breathe air and live,
you will always be alive and kind.
Your memory will live with me,
in my heart and in my mind.

You have left, footprints on my soul.
Our memories have scarred me true,
and the absolute truth is,
I cannot, will not, live without you.

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Anger

Pounding heart and scarlet face
spitting out hurtful words at quick pace,
screaming voice and broken pride
welcome to your other side.

A hungry lion ready to prounce
inside you, inside you, about to bounce,
deep breaths go out and in,
then calmer, calmer you begin.

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Blackberry Galore

The fruity aroma fills your space,
your mouth is filled with tangy taste.

Your eyes lay on the oval tree,
a small round ball is what you see.

Your hands feel the squishy bumps
the little balls, the juicy lumps.

Grown far and grown wide
in the sun or close to tide.

Your backyard or in the store,
everywhere, everywhere, blackberry galore!