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Renee Brown Poem
Next year will be the year,
The year you're here.
The year you're here for that new Kiss.
That kind of kiss that goes down once a year,
Right after all that is old passes by.
It passes by like you pass me by,
You pass me up you pass me by.
I look forward to that night,
That night you stay awhile.
When you stay and say you don't want to pass me by.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2025
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She cried,
She's sorry,
I cried,
You left.
The nerve.
You can come back,
You can stay,
We can stay together.
She said she'll never do it again,
She cried and held me,
You were gone.
When you come back I'll be happy,
I hope you're happy,
It wasn't my fault.
Her words were painful,
Like only a cut could heal.
I cried.
You left.
Come back and kick it,
Stay awhile,
Stay forever.
You'l be here.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2025
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Chris,
Where have you been?
Why did you leave?
Did you find some?
You got anything?
You're flying and lying,
If you're lying you're flying huh?
You left your drivers license here,
Does that mean you're on a bike?
How much longer do you need to hit it?
I need some money.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Why were you at the canal so long?
Even you said that its a wasteland.
Reclamation of this waste,
so its true artisan nature can thrive.
I've seen so many artists out there just like you,
but you say its dangerous.
We can't lose artists,
what would happen if there were no artists?
I know you don't want me around that avenue,
but I had to find you.
I found you with your blue bike,
I saw your tire was broke down.
I saw the police take down a person,
I saw the fentanyl.
I saw the ducks,
I saw the canal.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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I read these letters I've written,
One was to be continued,
I must have been dreaming,
It made no sense.
Dreaming.
No one has three dresses,
the couple are strangers.
I'll never find them anyway,
the list.
Dreaming no more.
You do,
I do.
Why didn't he say some words like we do?
All was there,
no dress,
no shiny shoes,
no list,
no dreaming.
All was good.
Me,
You,
This Preacher,
His witnesses.
Witness His counsel he said,
What counsel?
Dreaming.
I'm young again.
We're Counsel.
You,
Me,
A Preacher,
His Words.
His Counsel,
Our love on paper to witness.
Dreaming no more.
I'm dreaming no more.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Today is the day we became one.
You don't see me as me, you see me as you.
I give everything to you from this day on.
I have everything for you now.
When you ask what does that mean,
I say it means what it means.
It means I am you.
It means I love you.
It means I am you.
It means I love you.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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I remember when I got mad at you.
You asked me about how I changed from back then,
I said I toned it down rather than take it like that.
We should of got married then.
Now we have these meetings we have to go through.
If they could see us, how we are, there wouldn't of been any other,
We can wait.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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When I see a tattoo that's like mine,
I know these flowers were right.
Right now it looks like it should be an illustration on your body telling a story.
If I could tattoo your body with these flowers,
I'd know these flowers were right.
I'd tattoo your thigh up to your chest,
But only on one side.
The other side left open,
your skin untouched.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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Maybe it's not what we think it is,
why you're having all these problems.
Yeah, you are on one.
It's our age that gets in the way.
It's fine.
Fine as wine.
Wine is better aged.
Not that I would know because we ain't on wine.
We're better aged.
On one is just a number.
Yeah, we're better this way.
We're better aged.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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I think his iris is timid in sight,
Find him his cig, its light.
Its lit tip is in its crib,
I did right to fight with his timid skin in sight.
Sight this lid, I dig, I did.
His nick is with him in his crib,
I hit his crib with him with light.
It is in rid if its rig, I didn’t dig, I didn’t.
Light is sick.
Whip is sick.
Nick is light.
His is right.
I’m in with his right,
With its light in his crib.
Big, big, big hits is right by light.
Lid, lid, lid,
I’m with this crib.
Copyright © Renee Brown | Year Posted 2024
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