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Best Poems Written by Sarah Green

Below are the all-time best Sarah Green poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Capacity

So what is allowed?
Can I rob a bank?
Kill someone?
Fall in love?
Move to Texas?
Move the couch?
Finish that floor?
Do the dishes?
Make her do the dishes?
Get to work on time?
Read to my child?
Let her read to me?
See the Alps?
Ride a camel?
Feed the dog?
Backpack across Ireland?
Join the military?
Join the rotary?
Have a beer?
Have a baby?
The question , it turns out, is not what I'm allowed.
It is exactly what I'm capable of.
I think I'll take a nap.
Who knows what's next.

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I Go On

I am no longer myself
This image you see
A ghost of the former
That I portray for you to witness
Surrounded by people who love me
But the room seems empty
You are not here to view the life intended to be
I go on without you 
But barely.

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The Gone Boy

How long did it take you to decide
To end your life
To commit suicide.
Was it the father who left you in mind
or was it your mother you hated
Or perhaps you knew she hated you as much.
Was it that lost love that you thought you had
Perhaps fear that she leave you as such.
That your life did not matter
was the mistake you made.
My dear boy, come back to us.

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Losing Her

With eyes wide she reached for me;
our fingers could not touch.
She cried out to me, and I saw;
But no sound reached my ears.
She fell away from me;
My arms not long enough to grab her.
No net below to break her fall and spare her the loss of her children.

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What Comes After

We all have someone to share our lives with
Someone to witness us
Our true selves
All of our grit,
Our love
Our tragedy and despair, 
Our generosity,
Our hate
It may be your husband
It may be your best friend
It may be your wife
It may be your brother
It may be your sister
But what becomes of us when lose that one person?
Do we still exist?
Or do we become something else,
unrecognizable to ourselves?
I say for awhile yes.
But in despair we all come full circle,
And hopefully see ourselves from the backside.
With honesty and hope.