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Best Poems Written by Lily Blando

Below are the all-time best Lily Blando poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Bedlam Blues

Cain killed Abel on a Monday night 
Abel didn’t get a chance to put up much of a fight
Cain said, “am I my brother’s keeper?” God said, “yeah,” but Cain said, “nah”
Adam just shook his head and rubbed his jaw

And Adam said,
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of this guy
Well this is not ideal, but what ya gonna do?
It’s the world we’re living in," well Abel lived in it too

Orestes killed his mama on a Friday night, 
‘Cause his mama killed his daddy, not the world’s best wife
Orestes pleaded his case that what he did was really good
The Fates said, “what the heck is wrong with this dude?”

But Athena said, 
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of this guy
Well this is not ideal, but what ya gonna do?
It’s the world we’re living in," his mama lived in it too

Genghis Khan burned a village on a Wednesday night
The villagers begged him to put out that light
But Genghis was busy fighting and conquering the land
He had a vision for the world that they just couldn't understand

And his army said, 
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of this guy
Well this is not ideal, but what ya gonna do?
It’s the world we’re living in," those people lived in it too

Jack the Ripper killed some women on a Saturday night
With a couple of slashes from his handy knife
The world got around through the city of London
But everyone said, “didn’t those women kinda, have it coming?”

And the people said,
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of this guy
Well this is not ideal, but what ya gonna do?
It’s the world we’re living in," well those women lived in it too

Mark David Chapman killed John Lennon on a Sunday night
After reading the book Catcher in the Rye
He saw what was wrong with the world, too many phonies parading around
And someone oughta put 'em all into the ground

And the papers said, 
"Good grief, my oh my
We’ve got a Tom o’ Bedlam, get a load of this guy
Well this is not ideal, but what ya gonna do?
It’s the world we’re living in," well John Lennon lived in it too

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Plastic Flowers

I buy a lot of plastic flowers 
I can’t keep real ones alive
When I need to feed it I forget it exists
And pretty soon it just dies

I keep all of my journals and notebooks 
Thinking I’ll use them someday
But they’re moody and sad and just generally bad 
And I should just throw them away

I never meant to
Keep secrets from people, especially you, but
I’m not good at talking, I’m no good with words
I never know how to tell someone it hurts
So I write it all down, put it somewhere safe
Hoping no one finds my hiding place

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
A child who touches that bright light 
Just never learns
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt

I read a lot of romance novels
Thinking they can come true
If I cry enough tears and fear enough fears
A prince will come to my rescue

I write a lot of songs and poems
About what I feel but don’t say
The highs and the lows, I don’t want you to know
It’s safer to lock them away

I’m not trying to
Hide my true colors, I’m just not in tune
I know all the chords that I’m supposed to play
The notes I should sing, the things I should say
So I’ll put on masks to hide my face
Praying no one finds my hiding place

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
I keep on touching that bright light 
I never learn
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt

So I’ll keep buying plastic flowers
And I’ll keep crying for hours and hours
Can’t keep a garden, can’t make a tree
Scared it won’t grow, I throw away the seeds

Standing too close to the fire 
Will get you burned 
But the close you get the brighter
The colors turn
I keep on touching that bright light 
I’ll never learn that
The harder you love the harder
The fall will hurt

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It's Raining, Darling

It’s raining, darling
And it’s raining hard
You could probably fill an ocean 
With the rain in our backyard
But we don’t need to face it yet
You can lay here on my arm
But it’s raining, darling
And it’s raining hard

It’s raining, darling
It keeps on coming down
It seems like it just won’t give in 
Until it spreads its grief all around
But we don’t need to go outside
So you don’t need to wear that frown
And it’s raining, darling
It keeps on coming down

It’s raining, darling
We’re watching as it pours
We should send a message up
And ask the clouds, “hey, what’s all this for?”
But it can’t hurt you from out there
So you don’t need to worry anymore
‘Cause it’s raining, darling
We’re watching as it pours

It’ll stop raining, darling
The sun is gonna come out
We’ll see it peek from around the corner
And we’ll both give a great big shout
We’re waiting and waiting but I know
That together we can wait it out
And it’ll stop raining, darling
But right now it’s raining hard

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The Sparrow's Song

It’s late in the morning, past the time to start the day 
All the animals are asleep, though they should be awake
But one is awake—one little sparrow sings her song
But she is small and she is weak; it doesn’t last long
It awakes one, just one, a robin
Hearing her song, he joins right in
But they are singing separate songs, they don’t know any better
They don’t know how to sing together
Their dissonance disturbs a big blackbird
Who understands both of the birds he heard
So, he sings between, rounding out the other two
And though the song is growing louder, they are still too few
They awake three canaries, four cardinals, and a magpie
Two nightingales, two owls, all join the sparrow’s cry
Slowly, slowly, slowly, more and more arise
Every bird joins in, and how the volume multiplies
And all the animals start to awake at last
Oh! What power that little sparrow has

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Maybe

Maybe your dream won’t come true
Maybe every single dream will
Maybe you’ll never fall in love
Maybe you’ll fall in love too many times
Maybe you’ll reach for the stars 
Maybe you’ll grab one
Maybe the star will just be dust
But maybe the story is already written
And it has a happy ending

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Desdemona

Almond-shaped, blue-green eyes,
Had more than their fair share of cries
What is she doing by herself?
Freckled cheeks, dimples too,
A smile no one seems to see through
Why isn’t she asking for help?

Desdemona
What are you still doing here?
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear

Loves too much, loves too sure,
Loves more than can be safe for her
What is she doing by herself?
Reckless love, blind to abuse
A plot device those men can use
Why isn’t she asking for help?

Desdemona 
You can’t live your life afraid of fear
Desdemona
You’re closer to the edge than you appear

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The Bus Stop

I’m waiting for the bus; how long should I wait?
Because I’ve been here awhile, the bus is pretty late
I guess I could give up, and no one would really know
And I don’t wanna go, anywhere anyway

I know that I should be well on my way
But I’d rather sit here and wait another day
I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse
All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus

Someone said we’re all broken, that’s how we get the light
Well could it please come and find me, 'cause it still feels like night
There are so many voices but I can’t hear a sound
I’m lost in the forest, not sure I want to be found

I know that I should be well on my way
But I’d rather sit here and wait another day
I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse
All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus

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The Key

Locked in a cage, all by herself
She keeps screaming out for help
As loudly as she can
But the key is in her hands
 
People walk by, rattle the door
Try to open and free her for
The sight is hard to stand
But the key is in her hands
 
She keeps her fist closed, falls down to the ground
Lets her eyes close, she never found
That her prison was self-imposed and
That the key was in her hands