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Amelia Harmon Poem
I see YOU,
Dark hair,
All teasing smiles,
Simple beauty,
You stole my heart,
I never had a chance,
Against the beauty that is you.
*2nd in "simply beautiful" contest*
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2015
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Amelia Harmon Poem
Every day is the same,
Ordinary,
With me wishing that something would happen,
Making it extraordinary,
The only time that I know I'm extraordinary,
Is when I write,
The words flowing from my fingertips,
At peace,
Not worried what others think of me,
For once,
Peace,
Solace,
In my crazy middle school days,
No worries,
All else fades,
And I am alone with my words,
No cares,
But to create beauty,
Something that will move someone,
That will touch someone in ways they can't explain.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2011
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Amelia Harmon Poem
Just put a pencil in my hand and suddenly...
..Smilling, talking, dancing across the page, climbing in a story,
Drawing a leaf, a picture,
Writing an adventure waiting to be read,
Drawing, writing all the whille,
Smilling at every word to be born,
Expressing every feeling ever known to man: happiness, sadness, love, and hate,
Every feeling ever imagined and described,
Magic in my words and fingers,
Creating beauty and perfection,
Beauty on paper,
Love in the sky,
Better and better do my words fly,
Higher, stronger, more beautiful, to perfectionperhaps not yet, perhaps not ever.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2010
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Amelia Harmon Poem
Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2015
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Amelia Harmon Poem
You cannot see their wings,
Perhaps they don't possess
Wings or Halo, as marked saints,
Maybe they don't need these things.
Such physical symbolic constraints,
They will always do good, nevertheless.
*3rd in the "Angel in disguise" contest*
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2015
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Amelia Harmon Poem
Sakura are dead
Petals fell rot ground to dust
as the green leaves bloom
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Amelia Harmon Poem
Amelia,
writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer,
Sister of James,
Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy,
who feels the weight of the world, love, pain,
who fears bones, secrets, fights
Would like to see a published book of mine, my friend's next reply, Hokkaido
Resident of Gifu, Japan,
Marie
friend, fearful, prideful, alone,
Sister of Meriwether (she's a girl, fyi)
Lover of books, music, art, my classes (all three of them)
Who feels the pain of the night, the bite of the wind and rain, the darkness of the heart, and the hatred that no one can see
Who fears her dark, dark heart, the things I cannot see, the things I don't hear, romantic love,
Would like to see mountains beneath my skis, wind in my sails, and courage in my heart
Resident of Seville, Ohio, USA
Harmon
*Note: Meriwether can be both a boys' and girls' name, famous example are the fairy in Sleeping Beauty (blue, I think) and Meriwether Lewis (he explored the western US with Sacajawea). I modded the poem slightly from the original form, using my middle name to link the two poems. X)
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2015
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Amelia Harmon Poem
My place,
My spot in this world,
Sitting in my chair,
At my yellow desk,
Looking over my plants,
My church,
And my home town,
Knitting needles left carelessly out,
A framed poem from my cousin,
An abacus with colorful beads,
A picture of my brother and I,
School papers and stories started are strewn across my desk,
Country music plays,
And an air conditioner hums in the background,
A globe from my uncle,
And a favorite hat sit on my desk as well,
Eighty-nine degrees at twenty minutes 'till eight pm,
It was a hot day,
I watch the trees barely fluttering in the wind across the street,
My cluttered desk,
Strewn with my papers,
And my room right next door,
My place in this world for now.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2011
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Amelia Harmon Poem
When pushed under by a wave,
Rolling with the punches it deals,
Until you begin to run out of air,
And you fight to surface for a breath,
Only to be pushed under by the next wave,
Awed by their power,
Reminded of life's struggles,
Waves of hardship pulling you under,
Strugling to survive through the struggles of life and death,
Overjoyed with the peace in between,
Little things seem huge and all powerful,
Until those towering waves of life push you under again.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2010
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Amelia Harmon Poem
I am an actress in all that I do,
Each part I have perfect,
All is without flaw,
I play every part,
The star,
The outcast,
The friend,
The lover,
Only I see all the parts as they are performed,
Everyone else sees the part I play for them,
Sister,
Poet,
Singer,
Daughter,
Heroine,
Each part is unique and totally me,
I am the writer,
I make my own fate,
I am the actress working to please,
I am the actress playing every part of me.
Copyright © Amelia Harmon | Year Posted 2010
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