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Best Poems Written by Jamie Girl

Below are the all-time best Jamie Girl poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Reflecting Pool

The stars have been ignited,
they've brought the night to life
they've sprinkled the pond with countless diamonds
with droplets they collide

I've knelt silent at the waters rim
and touched the reflecting pool
in one moment the image dissolved
my hot patience has been cooled.

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Insults

Glowing, half transparent
underneath the pot, burnt,
yes I'm scorched but not sweating,
because I'm furious, so hurt!

Horrid, nagging insults
though they break before my skin,
salt unto the open wound
fire on oil's brim.

My tongue is dull as a dagger,
my bones rot like pure gold,
only like the fire,
I'm not at all bold.

I'm as weak as a boulder,
I'm as kind as an angry beast;
generous as I rip and tear
bones and sinful meat!

Oh, weak am I? and sissy?
brainless? or no wit?
a syllable of another word,
my teeth will loose grit!

Thoughtless and unworthy?
boiling in a pit?
One more word I'll eat you up,
slash you into bits!

Glowering near translucent,
underneath the pot, burnt,
and the pot is a a-brimmin'
'cuz man, I am so hurt.

Worthless noogy insult,
'though they shatter upon my bones
spice upon a wet fresh cut
fire melting gold...

I'm nearsighted like an eagle,
I can only fight a boar,
one insult I'll show them
see if they'd ask for more.

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Merciless Thieves

The tiles upon the floor
are creaking like the door.
We're doomed to the thieving,
their wicked hearts beating
for money, we have no more.

Our windows freely swing,
letting in horrible stink,
we live by pure luck,
but mostly it sucks;
items are stolen in a blink.

The neighbor's hounds are dopes.
they allow the thieves to roam.
Burglars invade,
thieves come to stay,
My, I think I am broke!

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Desert Rider

Riding and spurring forward,
in a plain of sand and dust,
No place for any coward,
to the horizon all is rust.


In the golden and yet all barren,
cutting through the yellow sea,
riding vast across the ocean
towards where water will go and be.

Flying through the garden of cacti,
those green and thorny leaves,
never will properly dine,
till found what truly need.

Speeding and surging forward,
in a plain of sand and dust.
A place for heroes, not cowards,
towards where water will go and be.

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Flames and Ice

I'm consumed by dungeon flames
indifferent to the pouring rains
that blinded me like lonely tears
scalding me with haunting fears

Loosely blowing autumn leaves
crushed to ash before my feet
fiery flames engulfed my heart
shriveled into thickened dark

My soul became a luscent pearl
dropped into the cauldron swirl
as chilled enough the piercing wind
extinguished fire from my limbs

...froze and clotted boiling blood
pulverized into black mud...

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Friend's Voices

In a deep pool of memories from the past year,
there's a streams of friends' voices for me to hear.

From those loved ones I extricate yours of pure gold
that touched my heart deepest and trembles my soul.

Amidst cheerful laughter and disappointing tears,
us hand in had, we encountered our fears.

What doesn't break us makes us greater,
oh friend, our friendship will never falter.

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Blind

I may be blind without eyesight
I may crouch on through age and time
underneath an unseen sen
not knowing blood and death and gun

I may search long on the ground
to find but scorn from man and hound
but someday I might find the switch
to bring day to this dark and pitch

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Instruments

I hated those instruments
with them I could not concentrate
upon them I blamed every
painful mistake.
I hated those instruments
that took away my breath
and making me cry
and then my heart bled
because I grew jealous
of people who could make beautiful sounds
I tried just a little
but left the instruments on the ground
I cursed those instruments
I think it was true hate
but I with envy, oh
utter distaste.

I feel a tinge of guilt.