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Best Poems Written by Christina Wiliams

Below are the all-time best Christina Wiliams poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Risk

You put your name in a box with a million others not knowing what the prize will be.
A person mixes them around
And your name gets called.

You go onto the stage  and wonder what the prizes will be.
The woman says choose door 1 or door 2.
You  chose door 1 hoping it will be a car or a trip to Hawaii.
Door number 1 opens and you realize it is just a bunch of bikes.

You get down at first but then realize it was worth the risk.
For many people would love to get a chance at winning a prize even if they don’t win.
For  life is about taking risks.
Some go our way and some don’t.
But at least we don’t wonder forever what will happen if we don’t.
For live is too short to wonder about what will happen.
So take the risk and it will be worth while no matter what happens.

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Good Citizen

Red,white, and blue are the colors that represent our flag.

People  honor our country by saying the pledge.

 

As time goes by, laws change and taxes get higher.

We start to get mad and frustrated at the government as bills pile up and our  money starts going.

We try to hang in there and help America out by voting.

For we are good citizens even when the country doesn't always treat us  like one.

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Chase Kowalski

** This poem is in memory of Chase Kowalski, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook shooting. He loved his four-wheeler and was a jokester with a great smile.





Vroom! Vroom!

Can be heard in Heaven as Chase rides his four-wheeler with the angels.

Joking with the angels to hold onto their halos as he drives fast in heaven.



Chase will soon then ride into our hearts.

Creating warmth and happiness with his smile.

For Chase wants to ride away the sadness and bring happiness to everyone.

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Mysterious Eyes

* This poem is about my roommate. She has very mysterious eyes but she doesn't see it or her beauty. 





Her eyes are beautiful like the full moon on a starry night.

Who knew a light so mysterious , could be hidden from a girl with a big heart.



Maybe one day the key to her mystery box will be revealed.

Allowing the pain and suffering to be released from the box and disappear.



When that happens look out.

For the light from her mysterious eyes will light up the world.



Making the darkness be diminished by her beauty inside and out.

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Fiery Heart

I remember nothing but the word hello.
He took the bag of my head and then I saw them.
Wearing nothing on but something to cover their special flowers.

I hear footsteps coming from the outside of this red door. 
I rush over to them and watch as the red paint drips on the floor from their faces.
He busts open the door with a bucket of liquid that will keep us refreshed.
I feel the wetness on my skin.

“Get up Phoebe Harken”, he yells from the door.
I stay there like a stick stuck in the mud.

I suddenly become lifted up like a bird and then dumped on the cold floor.
He marked his terrority like a dog.
I could smell it.
I bet a dog would smell better.
Stop! I can hear the girls yell as he continues to take off my warmth covering. 
I am now like Adam and Eve.
He becomes like a ram and then punches my inner covering until blood comes from my eyes.

I see blackness.
I awaken with restraints on my freedom a brand on my arm.

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The Smell of Love

I walk into the house and the scent of cookies makes my tummy excited. I can smell the sweet chocolate chips like it is in my mouth already. I put my purse down and make my way through the kitchen, but first I am stopped by the sweet smell of something unknown. I see candles  lit in the living room and take a quick smell. It is a scent of candy canes. It is defintely Christimas time.

I finally make my way into the kitchen and see my family eating chocolate chip cookies. The smell is so good that I can't stop my hand from grabbing the delicious cookies. I then smell the scent of love. The smell of roses with the smell of something unknown. For although, I can't exactly know how love smells I know it smells even better than the smell of freshly backed chocolate chip cookies.

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The Beat of Death

She made her mind up.

When she slit her wrist.



No one could have helped her,

But just cry and stare at her bloody wrist.



Her heart is now cold just like the rest of her body.

The only beating being heard,

Is the sound of the coffin being lowered into the ground.

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Jerk

He is such a jerk.

From his fake smile down to his cool shoes.

 

He is a jerk.

Judging everything and really trying to act like he is kind.

 

I wonder how many times he puts his shield up so he doesn’t get hurt.

 

If only he knew that being a jerk will slowly cause the pain to go through his shield

Creating holes in his heart,

 

But if he could only know first that he has been creating holes in others.

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Ugly Lie

He blows a dandelion in my face.
 I can feel the softness on my skin.
 He then lifts me up to the sky and lowers me back into his warm arms letting me feel the softness of his lips

 The sun shines brighter on our skin enhancing our warmth.
 "Your beautiful" he says
 I just smile and don't say a word.
 He grabs me and playful tackles me to the ground.

 "You know that being beautiful isn't about being pretty all the time. A little dirt will get on you", he says.
 He grabs dirt and throws in my hair.
 I quickly retaliate and do the same but I throw it in his face.
 I get on top of him and then help him get the dirt off his eyes so he can see.

 Well then babe you are very beautiful, I say.
 He then leans in and kisses my beautiful face.

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Josephine Gay

** This poem is in memory of Josephine Gay, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. Josephine was autistic and severely apraxic and couldn't speak. She loved giving hugs and loved the color purple.



God places his hand on Josephine's head as she enters Heaven.



Speak he says,

And a beautiful angelic voice comes out.

Josephine can now speak,

And spread her love through her hugs and words.



At the end of every night.

She is saying I love you Mom and Dad.

As she closes her eyes in her purple room in Heaven.