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Best Poems Written by Brittany Reynolds

Below are the all-time best Brittany Reynolds poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Nightmare of a Beautiful Dream

I dreamt my mother mourned a broken doll,
porcelain, sad brown eyes, and five feet tall.

Entombed it in the finest place she could,
a cottage encircled by sunlit wood.

She danced a silent waltz with it, keening,
encouraging life in the wretched thing.

And it mended as she was worn away.
She did not hear when warned of her decay.

I was left a pristine porcelain doll,
and a broken mother in its enthrall.

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Office Concerto

Hear the keyboard’s staccato concerto,
an unacknowledged music whose echo
is known intimately by dull, bored minds.
Offices, which shut out the light with blinds,
hum with rhythm as background to life’s show.

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Pest Control --- Goodbye

Goodbye, farewell, adieu, please go away,
this house is mine. I will not share with you.
You see my cabinets as a buffet,
pay no rent, and use the floor as your loo.

You fail miserably as a roommate,
and I’ll be more than glad to see you gone.
Sinisterly gleeful about your fate,
I’m anxious for the curtains to be drawn.

No more ceaseless chattering though the night,
nor any more wires cleaved by rodent teeth.
I won’t fret on small eyes reflecting light,
or creatures hiding in my Christmas wreath.

Escape, or, if you prefer, you can die.
I don’t care which, as long as it’s Goodbye!

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Fate's Ferris Wheel, the Wheel of Fortune

Everyone has a seat as fate is spun
on the ambiguous simple machine,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

People have daily battles to be won,
from lowly peasants to a regal queen,
everyone has a seat as fate is spun.

Origins of happiness can have begun
as a sorrowful, mean-spirited scene,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

Adventure and danger are thrills for some,
while more sob or fight to remain serene.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun.

As some rise, others fall and cannot run,
all entrapped by an event unforeseen,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

Truth is static and when the day is done
no one can escape from fortune’s routine.
Everyone has a seat as fate is spun,
which circles surely as Earth does the Sun.

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To the Niece That Never Was

Sweet little girl who snuck upon her mom
without plans already in place to meet,
you’re a tiny hero, a bitter balm
for the wound that left an empty car seat.
A routine visit that ended in tears,
and an operation for the next week.
My sister’s truth was a mother’s worst fear,
never to hold her babe, to stroke her cheek.

After the grim appointment, her eyes glazed
her heart rate jumped high, and her fever raised.
Illness would have stolen her, but for fate.
You had asked a favor at heaven’s gate.
Thank you for saving my sister, sweet one.
I wish though, it didn’t mean your life was done.

11/3/12

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The Secret Witch

Don’t try to come out 
of the magic broom closet 
on Halloween Night.

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Stereotype Enforced By a Storm

While I appreciate the vacation
it would have been better if it were paid.
Funds lessened by nature’s aggravation,
lends credence to the starved artist charade.

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Awaiting Election Day

I long for Tuesday.
Politics invade through calls
each hour, begging votes.

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Identity

A flash of brightness,
transient and untouchable, 
White is a gypsy.

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Children's Laughter

A ball thrown higher
     As breezes fall vivid leaves
          Children’s light laughter
                 Isolate and stigmatize
A lonely child in a crowd


11/2/12