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Best Poems Written by Laura Wooders

Below are the all-time best Laura Wooders poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!!

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious,

A word so grand, a joyful sound,

Extra ordinary, all around.

The children sing it, light and free,

Light and free, a wonderful spree.

Wonderful spree, a feeling great,

Feeling great, with spirits good,

Spirits good, beyond compare,

A nonsense word beyond repair.

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A PIECE OF ADVICE

A piece of advice, I offer you with care,
Live life, don't let it vanish in thin air.
Don't spend your precious moments, all in vain,
Just working, toiling, enduring endless pain.

For in a heartbeat, they can let you go,
Replace your efforts, watch your spirit slow.
Instead, go travel, see the world unfold,
The vibrant cultures, stories yet untold.

Explore the mountains, kiss the ocean breeze,
Discover nature's breathtaking tapestries.
And most of all, let love be your guiding light,
Tell those you cherish, morning, noon, and night.

Spend precious moments, laughter in the air,
With those you hold dear, show how much you care.
For time, it marches onward, ever fast,
And before you know it, youth will be surpassed.

You too will find, the silver in your hair,
The gentle wisdom, of a life well-spent with care.
So heed this counsel, let it be your guide,
Live life, embrace it, with nothing left to hide.

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A GALAXY ERASED

Galaxy, heart, erase, gaze, cold, tender

A swirling galaxy of thought,
Where feelings bloom and then are caught.

My heart, a fragile, beating thing,
Can soar on hope, or sharply sting.

A wish to erase the memory's sting,
Of words like ice, a frozen spring.

Your lingering gaze, a distant star,
Both near and infinitely far.

A touch so tender, soft and light,
Against the encroaching, endless night.

Then sudden cold, a chilling breeze,
Rustling through the silent trees.

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THE INK OF SORROW


A melancholic ink flows from my pen,
Why do I always write of sorrow then?

My words are painted with a somber hue,
When will the happy ever after break through?

I yearn for sunshine, laughter's bright refrain,
A joy that washes clean this lingering pain.

I crave the moments, light and carefree, bold,
A story of delight, waiting to unfold.

When will good fortune finally grace my door,
And offer blessings I've been longing for?

Deserving of a love that knows no end,
A happiness on which I can depend.

So I can trade these tears for joyful rhyme,
And write of happy days, transcending time.

Of gentle breezes and a sky so blue,
A world of wonder, vibrant and new.

Until that moment, I will hold the flame,
Of hope's bright promise, whispering your name.

And trust that joy will find its way to me,
And set my spirit finally, truly free.

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MY KING MY EVERYTHING


My King, my everything, you see,

My eyes for you, eternally.

To sleep beside you, my sole desire,

A love unmatched, sets my soul on fire.

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THE NARCISSIST GAME


Showered in Love Bombs, a fleeting grace,
- The vulnerable, a pawn in this cruel race.:
Charm and Sincerity, a carefully crafted guise,
Gain is the motive, hidden in disguise.

"Good Morning, beautiful," a sweet, deceptive art,
"Good Night, babe," a role he plays by heart.
No shame in his game, a predator's delight,
Trust and belief, consumed by the fading light.

"No wife, no girlfriend," a bitter, lonely plea,
"All them whitch’ s," a venomous decree.
Late night talks, a mirror to your soul,
Reeling you in, taking full control.

Validation, admiration, fuel for his fire,
Unforgettable, Irreplaceable, his burning desire.
Highly successful, a Combat vet's acclaim,
Disrespect? Unthinkable, a twisted game.

Crying and wondering, a constant, aching pain,
Why did it end? A soul-crushing refrain.
"I text you," he'd say, with a venomous sting,
"You forced me into everything."

Silent Treatment, a weapon of control,
No response, a story left untold.
"It's all your fault," the final, cruel blow,
"Just killing time," that's all you ever know.

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Ride With Me!!


      I told you from the start, it’s true,
“My roller coaster, see it through!

      Ride with me ‘til journey’s end,
Hand in hand, our spirits blend.”

     “Get off with me,” I gently pled,
“No fear, no doubt, no words unsaid.

     And you will see, in time’s own way,
A grateful heart, a brighter day.”

     “Thankful you stayed, through every turn,
The highs, the lows, the lessons learned.

      Hand in hand, we’ll face the light,
A bond forged strong, and shining bright.”

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SUPER BOWL BOUND


The roar of the crowd, a sea of red,

A kingdom united, hearts and heads.

Mahomes' magic, a dazzling sight,

And Soaring through the air, with all his might.

The Kansas City Chiefs, a team of fire,

Their passion burns, reaching ever higher.

Through trials they fought, with grit and grace,

Now victory's smile lights up each face.

To New Orleans they journey, a grand crusade,

For the Super Bowl crown, their legend is made.

With every snap, every run, every throw,

The Chiefs will conquer, and make their kingdom glow.

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AM I ME?

As I sit here, aging fast, it's true,
I think of roads I didn't venture through.

A yearning heart, a path left unexplored,
A life of "perfect," carefully adored.

But now I wonder, with a touch of fear,
Am I the person that was meant  to be here?

Did I hold back, afraid to take the chance?
Did I let "perfection" hold me in its trance?

The roads not taken, whisper in my ear,
Of different journeys, banishing all fear.

Of bolder choices, a spirit running free,
A truer version, of the "me" I long to be.

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CONSUMED BY FIRE 2024

The day you left, a shadow fell,
No word, no truth, just prison's hell.
She claimed your life, a cruel decree,
"Power of attorney," for all to see.

While slumber held, she crept unseen,
Your room a tomb, a plundered scene.
A stolen key, a silent thief,
My hidden goods, a bitter grief.

"Thief!" you cried, a twisted blame,
As she, the vulture, fueled the flame.
The Malibu, a fiery plight,
The Jeep, your gift, vanished in the night.

Stolen again, a burning fate,
My anger grew, a bitter hate.
She took my love, a cruel deceit,
Revenge ignited, a burning heat.

The Hummer blazed, a fiery plea,
A rat, a gift, for all to see.
Her terror born, a chilling sound,
A taste of justice, on sacred ground.