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Best Poems Written by Cindy Smith

Below are the all-time best Cindy Smith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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My Day

As the wind grew,

and the clouds rolled in,

the droplets of rain hit my page.

I continued to write.

Nothing was going to stop me.

I, was going to finish.

It started to rain harder.

thunder cracked,

and lightning flashed.

Soon, my writing was smudged.

As I continued to write,

a thought came to mind.

Was this the life I had wanted?

Or was I just a puppet,

in the hands of someone else?

I had finished,

and just in time.

My world grew dark.

I knew this was the end.

I had written my will,

as I knew this day had come.

It was time for me to go,

and leave it all behind.

I, was done here.

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Why I Love You

The way you smile, 
The way you stare into my eyes,
 And without saying a word,
 Touch my soul.
 The way that your sent lingers in the air,
 Even after you have left,
 And the way that your arms hold me close,
 And leave me with a feeling of security.
 That's what I love about you.
 The way your lips linger around mine,
 The way you make me feel 
Whenever you're around. 
I love you. ?

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Memory Lane

I walk down memory lane.
 It was just as I had left it.
 Garbage here and there.
 The smell of alchol,
 Mixed with the ever slighest bit of rotten garbage.
 It was utterly disgusting.
 But this is where I had grown up,
 On the wrong side of the tracks.
 No matter how hard I tried to get away from it,
 It followed.
 The homeless still sleep behind my old house,
 And pick out of the same old garbage can.
 The buildings are falling apart,
 And the only thing that seems to grow in this area,
 Is a few patches of grass, and a few trees.
 Nothing about this area is eye appealing,
 But this is where I grew up,
 And no matter ifI walk by with my nose turned up,
 Or my head hung low,
 This place will always be a part of me.

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What Would I Grab

Now if my house was on fire,
What would I grab?
I would snatch up my dog,
And run out my door.
She is irreplaceable.
One of the family.
I would lose my computer,
All my clothes,
Just to know,
She was safe.

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Now I Am Alone

I look up at the sky,

Light blue with clouds,

Calm and peaceful.

I lay in grass and think to myself,

Is what life was meant to be like?

Is this the way I was suspposed to live?

With a meaning,

A purpose.

I glance back in the house,

The turmoil begins again.

I lay my head in the grass and close my eyes,

I want it all to end,

For it all to stop.

Is that too much to ask for?

A simple wish from a child,

Seems to go unheard.

A shout comes from within,

Out he runs,

A bloody knife in one hand,

And his cars keys in the other.

My jaw drops and my eyes pop open.

I know what he has done.

What is done is done,

He yells back as he speeds away.

I run inside just in time,

To catch her as she falls to floor.

She dies in my arms.

Now I am alone.

I am left in world of dismay.

So young,

So naive.

What am I to do?

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Looking At the Stars

As I look upon the night sky,
Taking account forevery star seen,
And matching each with a reason why you should not live.
A reason why someone could dislike you.
Everything was going along fine,
Until you ran out of stars.
Stil a million reasons,
Running about in your mind,
But no more stars in the night sky.
You start thinking of things you have done right.
Reasons why people like you.
You match each star
That had a negative reason behind it,
With a new positive one.
And still,
You run into the same problem.
You ran out of stars.
Remember, everyone who dislikes you,
Only makes you stronger.
Makes you believe that you have a reason.
A reason to live,
A reason to be you.
And even though there are people 
Who dislike you,
Hey, they are still thinking about you.
Remember this and go on,
Go on and show them.
Show them that you are stronger than that

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Good-Bye

I never felt this way before,

it's just not right.

I don't get it.

I can't seem to wrap my head around it.

I feel like I don't belong here.

I wonder what people would say,

if one day,

I just wasn't here.

Days turning into weeks,

weeks into months

and months into years.

What if I didn't return?

How many would morn?

How many would celebrate?

And what about those who wouldn't care?

I'd like to see that day.

God would it make me laugh

to see those who treated me like trash,

actually care about what they did.

But one thing they won't realize,

is they're not the one's who pushed me into this state.

I'm doing this on my own.

I'm done with this life.

Good-Bye.................