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Nate Baumgartner Poem
I see her walking away from me,
Please.. Stop... Could this really be?
Now I'm standing all alone,
and get this chill all the way to the bone.
I lay in bed alone at night,
I start to think, it's just not right.
I loved her so much, I told her everyday,
and I tried to show her in every way.
I feel so cold, like im covered in frost,
without her, I'm completely lost.
I feel myself start to fall asleep,
but before I do I begin to weep.
I want to forget what happened today,
but my brain is jammed; it's stuck on replay.
How can I live without her in my life,
now i seem to have quite a strife.
I will move on, i'll try really hard,
and never again will i be caught off guard.
Copyright © Nate Baumgartner | Year Posted 2011
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Nate Baumgartner Poem
You are dreaming of a bright sunny day,
and you get this feeling that you just want to stay.
You’re skipping and running up a big hill,
when you get to the top, you lay down and chill.
Guessing the shapes of clouds as they pass,
but you are distracted by the soft, green grass.
You hear laughter from kids all around,
running and playing and falling to the ground.
You get up and begin to fly,
you feel so free that you start to cry.
You look down and see your house,
it looks so tiny, the size of a mouse.
You fly to the park; your friends are there,
hitting baseballs everywhere.
You play along and have some fun,
Then you hit a home run.
You run the bases and laugh out loud,
deep down you feel so proud.
wishing and hoping that this could last,
it’s the time of your life, having a blast.
Then you wake up to the sound of a crash,
you fly through the window and get a road rash.
You’re lying on the ground, in the middle of the street,
you try to stand up, but you can’t feel your feet.
Looking back at the terrible sight,
you knew it would be your least favorite night.
You hope to God that your family survived,
but you then find out that you’ve been deprived.
You live your life year to year,
every now and then you shed a tear.
You think of the past, what was taken away,
you try to forget, but it’s stuck on replay.
You're standing in the dark, all alone,
and you feel a chill all the way to the bone.
You get a sense of actuality,
you’re not in a dream, you’re in reality.
Copyright © Nate Baumgartner | Year Posted 2011
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Nate Baumgartner Poem
Some may say it's just a ring,
and won't believe me, when i say it came from a king.
It's super shiny and made of gold,
and very valuable, so I've been told.
I wear it a lot, almost every day,
I don't want to lose it, no how, no way.
It is the greatest thing I own,
Where it really came from is unknown.
Another story i like to tell,
is that I found it at the bottom of a well.
I was looking down in the deep, dark hole,
I heard someone behind me; it was just my friend Cole.
We both looked down in the endless black,
all of a sudden i felt a great whack.
Cole had hit me square in the back,
and then i fell into pitch black.
I was falling, and I fell fast,
I took a deep breath, for I thought it was my last.
Then i hit the bottom and made a loud thud,
I was sure I was covered in layers of mud.
From the corner of my eye I saw something shine,
I had never seen anything so fine.
It was a ring, the prettiest I've seen,
I was sure it was made for a beautiful queen.
Cole threw me a rope and helped me out,
then he asked why i didn't shout.
"I hit the bottom, and it hurt so bad,
I wish i had landed on a soft, cushioned pad.
The next thing I saw was a beautiful sight,
it distracted me so much that i forgot about the flight.
Then I looked up and you threw me a rope,
it was hard to climb up, for there was no slope.
You helped me out of that big, black hole,
and so I thank you, my good friend, Cole.
But now it is time to go home and rest,
and lay down in my bed, my cozy nest".
We said goodbye and then we split,
I went home and cleaned up a bit.
When I was done i went to my room,
and swept the floor with my big broom.
I finished cleaning and found a nice spot,
for hiding the ring, I liked it a lot.
Now it is hidden in a great big mess,
but the next time I clean, it will be less.
I'm not quite sure where the ring went,
but I'll find it again, with my time well spent.
This is a poem about a ring,
That I found in the well, in the middle of spring.
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Copyright © Nate Baumgartner | Year Posted 2011
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