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Best Poems Written by Valerie Swartz

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I'D Give You

You've stood by me through everything,
And that really means a lot.
And now it is my turn
To give you all that I've got.

I'd give you a dozen roses,
But what does that really mean?
I'd give you a tractor,
But do you want red or green?

I'd give you a power tool,
But you already have a drill.
I'd give you a million dollars,
But would you leave it in your will?

I'd give you a hat,
But you already have many.
I'd give you a goldfish,
But do you want any?

If I possibly could,
I'd give you all these for a start.
So I'll just give you my love
That comes straight from the heart.

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The Sun I Now See

I think of you when you're not here.
I wish each moment you were near.
I recall the good times we've been through.
I can not think any negative of you.
Will we be together when life is done,
Or will I still be the lonely one?
The dreams we had are now dead.
Life without you is a nightmare instead.
It seems to be stormy every day.
Gone is my desire on earth to stay.
How can they say, "Life goes on."
When black is all I can bear to don?
Then came the night I dreamed of us.
You told me to stop all the fuss.
You came to me and held me tight
And encouraged me, "Don't give up the fight."
I saw the answer in your brown eyes.
To give up on life is not wise.
Now I can feel you in my heart.
I know we'll never really be apart.
Through all this, you've healed me,
And I can say, "THE SUN I NOW SEE!"

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I Want

I want to be the apple of your eye.
I want to be on your plate, your pie.
I want to be seen by you as first rate.
I want to be the main dish on your plate.
I want to be your rays of sunshine.
I want you over me to pine.
I want to be your favorite recipe.
I want to be to your lock the key.
I want to be queen of your universe.
I want not to be seen as everyone's worst curse.
I want  this not to be a big secret.
I want to say, I've loved you since we met.
I want you to feel the same way too.
I want to be very important to you.
I want to be someone you accept.
I want this not to be a difficult concept.
I want you to love me when I make mistakes.
I want you to heal all my hurts and aches.
I want your love, that I might survive.
I want to have our love thrive.
I want to be secure and not afraid.
I want to know that our love's heaven made.
I want to know a love that's true.
I want that love between me and you.
I want you to know, in all this I say.
I want to know, do you return my love today?

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Good Things In Life

I believe in the good things in life,
In wonderful things, separate from strife.
They can be seen in a young child's smile,
Or in the marathon's run of the final mile.
They exist in the beauty of morning's sunrise,
And in the quote of a proverb so wise.
The kitten's playfulness shows them too,
As does even a skunk.  It's true.
The rainbow's colors show them well.
They remind us of our promise from hell.
As a soloist sings her beautiful song,
We forget about the things that are wrong.
We smile when from a friend we get a card.
We laugh as we run with a friend in the yard.
They are shown when we help others out.
They're heard in the victor's excited shout.
They can be seen in the sparkling blue lake.
For many, this is all it does take.
The smell of fresh baked apple pie
Reveals them without having to try.
None of these things do we deserve.
But the good Lord above does still preserve.
He gives us these good things every day.
He expresses His love for us in this way.
So instead of focusing myself on the strife,
I'm going to think on these good things in life.

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I Am Strong

I'm tired of being just another face
Stuck in this forsaken place.
I need to get out and on with my life,
Not reminded of all my past strife.
This place is no more than a meal and bed.
It does nothing more than haunt my head.
Why do these people have to insist
That without them I would no longer persist?
Why don't they in me believe?
They don't want to grant any reprieve.
What I want is for people to care,
All the time, no matter where.
I don't want them going, leaving me behind,
While I am stuck here, supposedly to unwind.
I want someone to say, "You're more to me
Than the government pays for you to be."
I'm tired of being here twenty-four hours,
When I'm able to live by my own powers.
I might as well just save this word,
Because it doesn't seem I will be heard.
They won't admit they are wrong.
They refuse to admit that I've become strong.

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When I Look

People say that with my talents
I have many gifts to share,
But when I look in the mirror,
I ask one question, "Where?"
Looking in the mirror
Reflects back eyes of shame.
They're saying very clearly,
"You have only yourself to blame."
How could someone this evil
Have something worthwhile to give?
Sometimes, in fact, there's the question,
"Do I even deserve to live?"
As I again look in the mirror,
It I want to deface,
Or perhaps even better,
Would be my image to erase.
Replace it with innocence.
Replace it with purity.
If either of these was done,
Maybe I'd have some security.
I wish I could believe in myself
As others believe in me.
Then in a mental hospital,
I probably would not be.
The only time peace comes over me
Is when I'm in my sleep,
But often even at this time
Does the negativity seep.
I get left uneasy from the images I see.
It makes me wonder what's true.
However, it also brings the gifts out
To give some possible clue.
I'll just do my best with what I have.
That's all anyone can ask.
Maybe someday life will improve.
Perhaps it is an attainable task.

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Two-Way War

I'm stuck in the middle of a two-way war.
The only thing is, I don't understand what it's for.
I know what I want, and that's what should count.
There is nothing else that should equally amount.
Yet I let the dreams of others get in the way.
I feel so inferior, and have nothing to say.
I live my life to satisfy others,
But in the end, it's me who smothers.
I know that we have only one life to live,
But in the end my choice to others I give.
Many times this causes fear.  I become mad.
I begin to feel even more insecure and sad.
I'm sad that I allow others tell me what to do.
If I'd stand up for myself, my emotions would no more stew.
Being torn by anything is really hard on me.
From all this turmoil, I just want to be free.
It seems to be a punishment for all the wrong I did.
Personally, it's something of which I want to be rid.
However, until I can tell what all this is for,
I guess it's just a negative that I will have to endure.

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Memories of John

He whistled a tune as we got on the bus.
He always had a nice "HELLO" for us.

He always had a nice smile on his face.
It would brighten our day in any case.

No matter what our destination,
He always made it a perfect vacation.

From the moment that we drove away,
He had a million things to say.

He always had a story to share.
He would tell it continually until we got there.

He seemed to know us all by name.
No matter who we were, he treated us the same.

He always had the bus decorated neat.
The animals and such couldn't be beat.

Every year he'd take us to the fair.
He always made sure we had fun there.

A true family man, that was he.
More devoted to them he could not be.

Nobody can replace the kindness he gave,
So about him, this day we all rave.

He left behind memories we all have here.
To all of us he'll forever be dear.

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Another Birthday

Another birthday's come around this year.
Edging closer to middle age, I fear.

You've got the glasses for your reading.
I wonder where all this is leading.

Soon you'll be in the rocking chair,
Losing much of your graying hair.

The granny dresses you wear some days
Will soon be appropriate for always.

No more cookies for you to eat.
They'll go to your hips with a single treat.

You'll be begging to take a rest,
And also endure the dreaded stress test.

Now for a more serious line or two.
I wish a happy birthday just for you.

Good health and spirits I pray you possess,
For you deserve nothing less.

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I Feel

I feel so worthless.  I feel so cheap.
I feel like a scumbag over which noone does weep.
I feel like the outcast who could do no good.
I feel like the bad seed in the neighborhood.
I feel nothing worthwhile can come from me.
I feel this is a statement to which everyone would agree.
I feel like the positives have gone from my life.
I feel like they've all been replaced with strife.
I feel like I'm just second-rate.
I feel that for disaster, I need only wait.
I feel like a mask has been put on my face.
I feel like true goodness is gone with no trace.
I feel like noone would notice I'm gone.
I feel like from me only sadness can be drawn.
I feel like nobody would notice if I passed.
I feel like what I desire matters last.
I feel like my life is only hanging by strings.
I feel like I've flown on broken wings.
I feel that focusing on me is a waste.
I feel this shows extremely poor taste.
I feel that I am mentally deranged.
I feel that from everyone I am estranged.
I feel that others don't show me they care.
I feel that of only negative vibes I'm aware.
I feel that I should admit defeat.
I feel that ending my life would be sweet.
I feel there's one thing I know for sure.
I feel inside of me there is an internal war.