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Best Poems Written by Tammra Walker

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Ode To Time

If time were to suddenly stop, would you look around?
Glance and catch the earth’s hospitality, 
Look, no truly look! Just to see what keeps us on this ground, 
It’s something we humans like to call the planet’s gravity!
Something to keep us grounded since we tend to stray.
If only for a night you have been hopelessly tossed
Trapped in a cage made of your own self-fear. 
Before long all joy will seem to have been lost,
When all my colors have faded to shades of grey, 
The light’s sweet embrace reminds me to rest for the day,  
Only then faith can make your joy reappear.

If time were truly to stop well such a thing is just too profound,
It would take a lifetime to learn something like this at an academy, 
The defining silence that follows the roar of sound,
Grasping the complexity of the situation is quite simple actually, 
To stop for a day now that something for which I would pay, 
Living your life at the bottom low cost, 
Free to choose your own career, 
To be free to dance in the sun’s warm ray, 
Sunbeams unknown melt away your frost, 
It’s a change that you have not before crossed, 
All of a sudden you see everything clear. 

For a moment if time had stopped would it have made you happy or felt like being drowned,
If the earth wished to stop and have you look at her would you criticize her fantasy, 
Would you have only looked at Mother Nature and frowned?
Are you inclined to chastise her about her own self-vanity?
With a heavy weight to carry and given no leeway, 
Like a wander misplaced in the forest, 
A time for change draws near, 
We’re reminded that there will eventually be a price to repay, 
For crossing nature leaves most in exhaust, 
It’s a fact of the matter most seemed to have glossed.
It’s time to remind them who will bring in a new year,

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Flowers Talk

Hear sad whispers from the valley,
Their mournful song surround, 
Lone lily lost its luck lately, 
For grief, its petals bound. 

Feel your false fear following you, 
Cautious words genuine, 
A black dahlias danger rings true,
Heed these words or your ruin. 

Taste of madness wrath invoke,
Things said to fuel the fire, 
Dance tiger lily to provoke, 
White hot rage cuts like a brier. 

Sights of delight beyond belief, 
Hopeful things I find here, 
Yellow daffodils sing a rief, 
Love eternal spring cheer.

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Broken Angle

A punishment… 
So sweetly sickening it saddens me, 
Oh, beautiful angle!
Was it truly your time? 
The answer I’m not quite sure, 
You lay there damaged, 
Like a broken wind chime, 
No song to sing no more. 
Your severed wings bent so oddly, 
Shattered glass glitters in the sun around you, 
The liquid that once held you safe,
Does naught but drown you? 
Be careful!
The edges of your smashed dome,
They might cut you! 
Even more than the lying tongues of men.  
Was your fall as glorious as Icarus had promised?
Or was it only a serpent’s call? 
You might regret for eternity.

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Loves Poison

Spring sweet daughter dances around, 
Like an experienced gypsy connected with nature.  

She spins, twirls, leaps, and falls, 
But mostly enjoying herself like a wild child.
 
A word of warning to those to close, 
Falling for her will become your Achilles heel. 

She’s a wildfire that consumes, 
If you stay too long you’ll get burned too. 

But oh, how pretty isn’t she, 
Like a belladonna, she brings a swift death.

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Battling Depression

Breath! This is getting old. 
How can I catch something I’ve never had? 
I can feel myself grow cold, 
Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad. 

How can I catch something I’ve never had? 
I watch as it slips from my fingertips, 
Just pretend everything is okay, I’m not allowed to be sad. 
This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips! 

I watch as it slips from my fingertips, 
Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand. 
This sickness to me is like a strangling cancer that strips! 
At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand. 

Am I losing this battle? It seems to slip through my hand like sand.
These feelings choke me. Lonely I look to the field of marigold.
At the end of the day, this despair will leave its brand. 
Breath! This is getting old.

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Winters Lover

Winter’s companion was a cold creature certainly. 
She controlled Winter with a cruel cheer, 
Not that I can be catty continuing here in front of her coffin! 
Creeping around like the condescending contemptible person she was, 
I am completely capable of confirming that Winter wouldn’t have cried over you, 
Like a crazy car crash waiting to happen, you were always in the middle of the devastation. 
Not to be crude since this is your cremation but I’m content you found a color becoming of you.

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Worthless Warfare

Can you hear the ringing of warfare?
The scent of steal lingers in the air. 

The weeping widow who can no longer abide her grief. 
It steals the happiness she once had like a thief. 

You question yourself if all this is truly fair. 
To take fathers from their families and watch them fear. 

Does the end of this fighting bring any relief? 
Or will these lost lives drift endlessly just like a dead leaf? 

Can you prevent the cry of a babe and his mother’s tear? 
Or will you continue to fight with no intention to repair.