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Best Poems Written by Mary Scott

Below are the all-time best Mary Scott poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Contentment

I had overeaten.
So I reached inside myself
And pulled up whatever could be pulled up
From strength that I could muster up
I labored long and hard
And eventually brought forth
Snow capped mountains
And sky scrapers dignified by the rays of the sun
And the tallest pines with cones intact
And stars draped with clouds, silver lined
And song birds with half-sung melodies resting on their beaks
And butterflies with awe-inspiring wings, extended and poised for flight
And rainbows that captured the very essence of past promises.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I wept
Not due to any emptiness or lack
But due to the incredible, unspeakable beauty of the lone rose
That remained anchored to my innermost parts.
I was spent but at peace

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Altitude

What can the light give us?

The faith to start

The courage to impart

The clarity to define

The energy to realign

The power to discover

The wisdom to uncover

The vision to seek

The strength to keep

The curiosity to inspect

The culpability to resurrect

The discretion to know

The motivation to grow

The passion to reveal

The permission to heal

What can the light give us?

Infinite altitude

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Resting Place

Then truth must become a resting place
For my soul

When my thoughts scatter
As ripples upon the sea
Created by pebbles
Tossed carelessly

When my heart bruises
As fragile as wings of a butterfly
Ripped and torn as by a child
Just passing by

When my feet are tattered
As painful as a soldier’s wounds
Yet he still struggles to stand
From dusk to noon

When my head is bowed as Atlas
Who was compelled to carry the weight
So even the heavens mourned
Because of  his plight and his fate

Then the truth must become a resting place
For my soul

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Stranger in the Attic

Silently, stealthily, slowly
He strolled with great care
So as to avoid the floorboard
That would squeak 
And seal his fate

Smiling, sweating, successful
He slid past the enemy
That could terminate
The solace he sought
And savored

Sulking, seething, sitting
He swallowed day old soup
And dreamt of caviar
That could soothe his craving
And his sanity

Softly, safely, soberly
He slipped into serenity
Without a struggle
Into the shelter of eternity
And secrets

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Dear Music

Dear Music
You search for me
And stretch my soul
To explore mountain summits never imagined

You touch my wounds
And navigate the pain
To discover a sacred space of peace and healing

You kiss my fears
And nudge my secrets
To chase formidable currents down a noble river

You collect my bliss
And scatter my joy
To soar exposed without a need for concealment

Dear Music
You search for me
And you find me
You'll always find me

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Playing Ball

Curveballs come and they go
They exist in mere
Fragments of time
As they test our consciousness
And stretch our faith
They provide us with an opportunity to define
Who we really are

Curveballs come and they go
They are not meant
To rip us apart
As they challenge our focus
And strengthen our hope
They provide us with a fresh start
On a journey of self-renewal

Curveballs come and they go
They rouse within us
A defining change
As they lift our perspective
And expand our goals
They provide us with a range
For our dreams

Curveballs come and they go
They refine us so that we
Extract the best
As they raise the curtains
That lay bare our souls
They provide us with the tests
To emancipate our hearts

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The Evening Walk

The summer breeze lapped at my hair
Firmly yet gently lifting each strand
The warm caress of the sun
Brought happiness to my weeping skin
My lips parted as laughter
Freely trickled down my chin
My eyes lit a beaming path for my feet
As I began my evening walk

Abruptly I tripped and fell
Soberly I looked around
For the object of my humility
And found myself gazing into my own eyes
I had tripped and fallen over myself
Fighting to regain a composure
That proved to be elusive
I stood and faced myself
As I continued my evening walk

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Friendship

I was speaking to a friend

She said nothing had changed

But her eyes revealed

That nothing was the same



I stood looking at my friend

I had known since just a child

She indicated with her hand

That we should sit for a while

 

I was sitting with the friend

Who had stood by me through thick and thin

I tried to dismiss my feelings

But misgivings pushed their way up again

 

I felt anxious for this friend

Who had gifted me her heart

It was a lifelong friendship

That could not be torn apart

 

I respected the silence of a friend

A sibling from a different place

Regardless of the voiceless dilemma

Our friendship would survive unconquered and safe

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The Great Composer

We hear the music of life
And we are compelled to dance forever

We dance to the lyrics
Of falling snowflakes
And to the rhythm
Of swaying trees
We dance to the harmony
Of birds in flight for winter
And to the song
Of the honey bee queen
We dance to the tempo
Of deer frolicking in the meadows
And to the count
Of the woodpecker’s aim
We dance to the pace
Of the king of the jungle
And to the beat
Of the copious rain

We hear the music of life
So we are compelled to dance forever

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The Climb

When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain

It is about the legs that did not fail you

It is about the sun that lit your way

It is about the wind that served your momentum

It is about the focus that empowered your stay

It is about the lesson that cleared your vision

It is about the bruise that made you strong

It is about the hand that nurtured your decision

It is about the rain that taught your heart a song

When you reach
the top of the mountain
remember it is not about the mountain