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Best Poems Written by Annabelle Bentley

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Divine Magnetism

I am holding your eyes, feeling your words,
The waves gently overwhelm me, coaxing,
Pulling me under and luring me in.
Recede, leaving me freezing, shivering.

I am holding your eyes. If you were wise,
You would hold me. Feel your words. Yet with sage,
You are waiting, for her, testing your faith.
The cold kisses my bones and I ache.

The current rocks me and I am sleeping
Finally. Before, I gave up all my nights
 to your watery words. You are walking
And I am drowning in the dark, silent.

With choking breath, I get closer to the shore each day.
You move, with God’s sea, away.

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Waiting

Everyone wants someone to make them whole.
I have dissected myself. 
Mind, body, Soul.

I am not missing a part.
I’ve just shattered my heart.
Poked at my mind until it became numb.

Like paper, soften the edges of my pieces
with your tongue
And glue them back together

so I’m no longer undone.
I want to know every piece of you, 
every treasure clue.

And until I find them all I will not rest.
Then, we can weave our lives together, 
become one flesh.

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The Authentic I

I cannot see untainted,
The world without the warping windows.
I fail to make, for I am merely 
An illusion of inconsistencies
Stolen from society.

I wonder how open a mind can be before its brains
start to
spill.

The buttons on a blouse, 
the proportions of her face, 
the rules of a tennis court,
Lost in this familiar place.


The simple essay makes me think.
A pen out of ink.
We shrink.

What will happen when I experience
The real world?

Get a grip
And grow up.

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Wallflower

It is only now,
As I bathe in the sun,
That I notice you,

Little one.

I recognise you
In this light
And yet you’ve always been here
Smiling bright,

Watching wise
as the seasons sing,
Waiting for me to love

 the little things 

And now, as I sit here 
soaking the rays
I declare I will return
Even on the rainy days.

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If only you knew

If only you knew 
How, like a wallflower, I have wished for you.

Too shy to lift my eyes to yours.
Your wrists. Your shoulder.
I lean on you to steady me,
Wobbling above,
I wish we were in love.

Maybe it's best that I stay away
But does she write you poems like this?

Sometimes you are just a name 
and a time zone
And I wonder
Are you counting backwards 
eight hours as I do forwards?

Expecting to see you
 behind the wheel of every red car I see 
but you are not the only person who drives a red car. 

I wished for you
 when I tossed my penny in the fountain
And I hummed your song on the train home.

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A slice of harmony

Slouching, sleepy in the little arm chair, eating cake,
Our country on the screen, there isn’t much at stake.

Drowning out the tacky tunes with our laughter,
It’s harmony,you see, that everyone is after.

Harmony, like this, in your living room together,
Flags and funny costumes, it’s times like this, nothing’s better.

Maybe peace is best achieved through art,
Oh Europe, please

keep open
your musical heart.

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Truly British Dogs

There once was a field, with a tree
On which all of the dogs liked to pee,
And whilst one was urinating,
The other sixteen were waiting,
In a queue- oh so orderly!

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Understanding Space

The spilling of a brain,
Thoughts that can’t be contained,
The crumbling membrane.

An agnostic wreck that cries out I’m four years old
5,6,14,17

A botanical solar system expect all of the plants are
dead.
Everywhere you look in my museum,
There is something to be said.
Nothing.

She stays up late because she is confused.
Time was broken in here now.
This eternal space.

See how she has squished her 17 years into her stickerbook bedroom.
Saddened soft toy teddy bears birthday cards photo albums. Red shift.

Important papers perish on the floor because there is not room for her here anymore.
And mother insists that she tidy
But memories can’t be silenced.

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Heat death from passion

Love’s infinite cliches glue me to this earth.
In the end, we are, yet, nothing but dirt.
For what it’s worth,
Entropic defiance is life’s tender hurt.

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You are paper

I imagined I might leave you behind
But I will bring pieces of you with me.

There will be your hands
on the folded corners of my book,
There will be your handwriting pinned to my wall,
There will be your essence when I write,
Your absence in the night.
There will be your beliefs when dark touches the light.

I will have pieces of you
In the letters we will exchange
And I will give you pieces of me
By putting words to a page.

You are paper,
Scribbled with scripture,
Torn apart and stuck together again.
You are paper,
Stashed away on a shelf,
Sought out by my unsteady self. 

You are paper 
And I am a flame.