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Susie Logan Poem
There once was a woman from Calfeder
Who had lips as hard as leather
When kissing the boys
She expresses her joys
By flapping them widly together
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Susie Logan Poem
How naive was I to think that things would ever change?
How naive was I thinking that things wouldn’t just be the same?
My mind was playing an evil game, of which I didn’t know,
I convinced myself that his anger wouldn’t ever show.
But tonight I saw that different side
The one you always try to hide, scared and alone confused and hurt
I listen to the apologies your as you rip my shirt.
You punch and punch but they no longer hurt.
There is no-one I can tell, you made sure of that
I’m on my own without any friends in this tiny squalid flat.
I’ve no one to blame but myself, because I chose you
Thinking that you had changed but now I know that’s not true.
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Susie Logan Poem
Lift your head above the water and breathe for a little while
I will not let you falter I just know you need a chance to smile
Breathe in your surroundings, savour the sights and sounds
It will give you a perspective, a chance to find a middle ground
The road ahead will not be easy but I’ll be with you all the way
Just continue on your journey taking each day by day.
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Susie Logan Poem
What makes a good poem?
Is it something original, something all of our own?
A feeling, a word, a sight or sound, perhaps something we have seen around.
Is it a meaning we want to convey?
Perhaps to that special someone but are too scared to say.
Is it something that will bring humour to our boring lives?
Perhaps it could be a saying that will make us all feel alive.
Whatever the reason it’s written straight from the heart,
This is where all good poems should start.
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Susie Logan Poem
There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea.
As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me.
The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease.
Then instinctually followed by a luke warm breeze.
I stand by the seaside and watch the colours off the morning sky.
It fills me with so much pleasure that I feel a tear fall from my eye.
I watch as the colours of the sky
Mix and match together as if moved by an artists hand.
A brush stroke here and a brush stroke there until it looks elegant and grand.
An image of beauty, the summer morning sunlight.
An image which my memory will hold tight.
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Susie Logan Poem
Will you have the courage to follow your dream that haunts you every single night?
Will you have the courage to make that stand and not give up without a fight?
Do you hold your dream firmly in your mind and have it played on constant rewind?
Is it played over and over again to remind yourself of what you want to aim?
For to dream a dream may seem fine,
But finding the courage to follow it may take time.
The reward in itself will be clear, a price for which you may pay dear.
For to follow a dream we may need to sacrifice,
Some of our most important things in life
The end result we may not know but at least we can say we gave it a go.
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Susie Logan Poem
When the seas turned stormy you took me by the hand
You held me so tightly until the water calmed.
When those around all turned against me and times were really hard
You stood by as my faithful guard.
When destiny changed its path forever and we were forced to part
The friendship that you showed me carved a place deep into my heart.
Copyright © Susie Logan | Year Posted 2011
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