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Best Poems Written by Yvonne Livingstone-Kania

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The Lunchbox

At four forty five, which does  draw near,
As food and drinks are thrown away,
I'll live to see another day,
In dishes and Tubberware,
I've emptied all my mealtime wares,
left all alone, like a puppy at the pound,
Until morning comes around,
Then I'll go home, and I'll come back,
filled-up with brand new meals and snacks.

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Wind

Wind Moans
Blows softly
Tree branches start swaying
Leaves begin to float, gently drift
And fall

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Love Comes In Many Forms

Love comes in many
shapes and sizes
In many forms
and devices.

But love that is
certain and never a fad
Is the love that I 
got forever from dad.

You taught me to love and
to fight for my right
You took me in and
kissed me goodnight.

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My Mum

My Mum
Is so Caring
She is always helpful
She is so beautiful and kind
Love you

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Empty

Empty
With nervous fear
Continuous dull pain
Until all feeling are dissolved
Love lies?

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Autumn

Autumn
Leaves are falling
The birds finish calling
Nights drawing in, getting colder
Hearts glow

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Anger

Fury
Fast, loud and hard
Cursing,shaking,building,
Dreading I'm reaching breaking point
Madness

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Guilty

Guilty
Or not guilty
Experience frustrates
Behold the silvermoon, then weep!
Then weep!

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Snow On Grass

Snow on grass glistens
Red maple leaves drifting down
lights glow on the path

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Hello Darkness

Hello darkness we meet again
I walk the cobbled streets
Listening to the sounds of the raindrops falling
Watching people writing songs and poems through the sounds of silence
I see a neon light fly above the sky
While prophets of the words were written on the bus shelter.