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Best Poems Written by Anthony Amero

Below are the all-time best Anthony Amero poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Restless Heart

A river may babble
The wind may sigh
A cloud may rumble
		Are they any more at peace than I?

Oceans may swell
Volcanoes erupt
And a dam can burst
		Do their hearts stop as abrupt?

Tornadoes may destroy
Lightning strikes from the sky
And an earthquake can ruin all:
		Do they hurt any more than I?

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Lend a Hand

Nature created a balance
	Man wants to conquer and thrive
Progress not conservation is Man’s desire
	Soon there’ll be nowhere for Nature to survive

 So, pick up that bottle
	Carry out your trash
Leave nothing behind
	Plastics give ‘em a rash

Leave the branches alone
	No carving initials, please
Let them grow big and strong
	Let Nature, not man, bring disease

Clean up the waters
	Stop dumping our waste
Let us let the fish breathe
	Our pollutants bring demise in haste

Birds fly through smog
	We darken the skies with our clouds
We constantly take this world for granted
	And the Earth grumbles aloud

Lend a hand for Mother Earth
	Just do your small part
For the animals, plants, water and your kids
	Today is a great day to start

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Nature Needs Help

If I drove to the mountain top,
	could I talk to God?
If He spoke when I reached
	would He say I treat the planet odd?
If I swam to the ocean floor,
	could I talk to a squid?
If he spoke to me when we met
	would he speak of the damage I did?
If I flew to the trees to visit the birds,
	could I speak with an eagle?
If he spoke to me when we met
	would smog render his voice less regal?
If I slunk down to the grasses
	what would I say to the snake?
If I tried to speak to him when we met
	could he talk back, or did our DDT remake?
If I were like a Doolittle I would talk to all,
	to find how we have hurt the Earth.
I would take that knowledge and teach all people,
	to preserve and share this world from birth.

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Moving On?

As the sun caresses the world
In her warm embrace to wake us,
	I held you.
Like a toddler boldly stepping forth
Into the wondrous adventure awaiting,
	I taught you.
Admirer, collector, connoisseur of the fine,
I found so much to admire in you,
	I appreciated you.
Eyes twinkling starlight, impish grin,
I learned much and you taught me to play,
	I grew with you.
The glow of life, a bundle of joy,
You gave me my dream of having a family,
	I was you.
Romeo was just a passing fling,
My love was King … none surpassed my strength,
	I loved you.
Days now are just empty minutes,
My new quest to find peace and move on,
	I forgive you.
Cheeks wet, heart heavy, spirit strong,
Mind firmly stuck on dusty, old Memory Lane,
	I miss you.

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Moment In Time

I look at you and I want to 
hold you.
I want to hold you tight and
run my fingers through your
hair. I want to sit
behind you
as you snuggle against me and
get comfortable, as I wrap
my arms around you
and hold you
and nuzzle your neck
and nip at your ear
and lightly bite your shoulder
and kiss you
on the nape of your neck.
I want to snuggle with you to
let you know you are
safe
and wanted. That for just that
moment in time you are
Loved.
I want to hold you and caress you
and make you feel like
you are the most important
person in the world … for 
you are.

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Living the Illness

Addle-minded, weak in the head
Or taken by the bottle is sometimes said
Cannot be trusted, keep him in sight
Lock all your medicines in a cabinet tight
Do not trust his judgment he is easily confused
And he seems to forget the substances he abused

Constant reminders of behaviors, not of me
Growth constantly made, but people choose not to see
A day at a time, living the best that I can
Living with the illness, I am just a man
I am called bipolar, alcoholic, addict by family and scores
I am a father, writer, man with an illness, who a little girl adores

I made a bed to lay in and so I do accept the doubt
Yet it would be nice if others saw my actions carry some clout
I do not react in anger, for the ignorant just cannot see
I will not waste my time trying to convince when I know the real me
Mental illness is no one’s fault and it does not define ones’ being
Judge us not by our past misdeeds, but by what you are really seeing

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Stolen

It was taken away,
	stolen at night,
when I wasn’t looking, which isn’t right.

It was pulled from me,
	as I lay asleep,
taken like a wolf would take out a sheep.

I had offered it up,
	as a precious gift,
but now in my chest is a giant rift.

A thief I had loved,
	turned away from me,
and let the true nature of that thief be.

How do I get it back,
	I want a fresh start,
but how do you replace a stolen heart?

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My Search For Me

Grey are the days that past by my eyes
and the nights are scary to see.
A pall clouds my vision each day I awake
which hinders my search for me.

Blank are the stares I see each day
when I look at the eyes in the glass.
Reflection of the one I’m trying to save
from this suffocating morass.

Lost I am as I travel the road
that I hope will lead me to salvation.
The forks in the road are far too many
and my heart pounds from palpitation.

Deep into my mind do I bring my search
as I desperately try to see.
Yet twisted and tangled my thoughts all seem
as I still keep up the search for me.

In the eyes of my child I do see a glimpse
of something that makes me believe,
in the hope that I have something to salvage
as much as my mind tries to deceive.

The hands of my friends reaching for me
to help though I don’t even ask,
tells me that I do have my good inside
and I shouldn’t take myself to task.

But as much as the signs and the help I receive
give me a glimpse of the person I know I be,
I have so much pain and confusion in the way
that it’s so very hard to find the real me.

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Here

If today is only tomorrow’s yesterday
And yesterday’s tomorrow is today
And today is tomorrow from a point of view
Is today where I always stay?

If to get here I go there and there
Only gets me here how come it’s said where
You can’t get there from here
When even if I go there I end up here?

Why do we search for things to fulfill
Our so empty and meaningless lives
And why do we search everywhere but inside
Where every answer resides

Today is tomorrow in yesterday’s eye
And over there is here once you reach the view
Stop searching the world to fill your life
Look here to yourself and today find you

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My Mother Was Like a Rose

My mother was like a rose
beautiful at sight
frail to touch.

She could stand up
and say her mind.

She needed love
I feel like she never got any.
And that’s why she withered away
like a rose.

Her heart was pure,
her soul made of gold.

She’d rustle in the wind,
and hide when cold,
much like a blooming rose.

Day by day
a petal would drop 
‘til nothing was left.
She was the dying rose.

And as each day goes by
without her sweet melody,
I tell myself this:
I must not cry that she is gone
but smile,
she was here.




Written by my 10-y.o. daughter Payton