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Best Poems Written by Amelie Williams

Below are the all-time best Amelie Williams poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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i cannot be friends with someone who is still stuck with the mistakes from my past

my past doesn’t define me 
only teaches me who i don’t want to be 
and if that’s something you cannot see 
then it is time for you to leave 

i cannot change what i have done 
i cannot be a new person everytime i pick up the phone 
and if you can no longer call me home 
then i know it is my time to go 

i cannot change the past 
i cannot spend my entire life looking back 
i cannot pick up those broken racks 
because all of those plates already smashed 

a bull in a china shop
i cannot get the past to stop 
so you can feel free to hop 
but the past helps define the person i am not 

broken people are broken people 
and no one is there for me still
i am continuously paying at the till 
with my past being my unpaid bill

if you cannot move on 
then you may as well be gone 
because what i have done i cannot change 
but i can still be held accountable and blamed 


i cannot go back in time 
no matter how much you continue to whine 
my past is only a sign 
to direct my future from behind 

if you make me feel continuous guilt 
i cannot feel comfortable like a quilt 
the friendship will continue to wilt 
like a vase of flowers that’s been spilt 

my past doesn’t define me 
only teaches me who i don’t want to be 
and if that’s something you cannot see 
then it is time for you to leave

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my clothes

i rip open my wardrobe door
i fling the clothes 
left
right 
covering the mess i made 
i could clean it up 
or i could leave it 
leave all the clothes scattered across the floor 
as if it were a map to understanding me 
behind every messy room is a deeper story 
shirts that drape over my chest that were supposed to  protect me  
ripped open with criticism 
the armour of the shoulder padded blazer wasn’t enough to protect me
the tie  that snakes around my neck 
strangling me 
the top button of my shirt bites into me 
sinking it’s venomous teeth 
poisoning my mind 
do i look ok 
are my clothes alright 
i pull them off of me 
scrubbing my skin 
trying to be clean from certain clothes 
but once someone sees you wearing something risky 
once you flash someone 
once you undress infront of someone 
you cannot take it back 
but these are just clothes 
right?
i can cover up and wear new ones 
try find new armour to repair the old 
and my room is just my room 
i can just shove all those clothes ok my floor to the side 
i can continue to hide under the piles 
and i am just me
but there is no escaping that skin of clothes.

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bloom

Like flowers in bloom
Our love died soon.

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beating drumsticks

like beating a drumstick she beats  her  own heart. she  bashes it around by lending it to others, but the wood splinters striking people. what people don’t know is that is just her  hard front personality being worn away, to reveal the vulnerable raw stick underneath. the stick that used to beat to others hearts and had to be repaired again and again by the damage others did. they wore all of it away until it was bare. no one can see a drumsticks broken until it snaps. until it is undesirable and unable to be used any longer. even then people take beats out of it for fun, slowly hitting snapping her heart. can no one see her drumstick is bare, that it is all an illusion. but everyone is too concerned with their own drums to care about this one.