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Crystal Stewart Poem
She lost her dad when she was only one.Now she's fourteen and feeling alone.
Feeling depressed not knowing who he was,asking questions what did he do,where was he from,how did he act ?
As she set there with all the questions going through her mind.Wondering was he like me ,was he a good dad?she just feels so mad.
Not knowing what he was like,making her heart ack each night.losing her dad so young,it isn't fun.
She has a step dad who has raised her since she was one ,who she loves with all her heart,but its not the same.All she has is a picture of him in a frame.
As she sits there wishing he was here
so she could say hi for the first time ,but she knows that wont happen so sad looking at his grave wondering why God had to take him away..,,,
Well at least he's in a better place way up in heaven space where angels fly and nobody cries.......but I'll always have questions flowing through my mind,,,,,,
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I met my best friend in first grade we would paint laugh and play some games.
As years pass we stayed the same playing hide in seek and a little tag
But one summer we drift apart meeting new friends it hurt my
heart.
She would pass me through the hall,but not even turn at all.I don't understand we were so close ,we would share our secrets and have each others back,there wasn't no lack.
She's moved on now and all I feel is our friendship was betrayed ,like it was nothing but lies and it sometimes make me wanna cry.
Best friends forever is what we say,but time has gone past and she's moved away,so to my friend I miss you everyday.
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This is a poem about child abuse so if your against it please vote and comment thanks you and hope you like it.
Oh no daddy's home!
Where should I hide?
In my closet ,no that's where he found me last time.
Under my bed,no that's where he pulled me out by my legs and hurt my head.
My name is Kelly I'm only eleven.
My daddy come home from drinkin
And gives me a beaten.
He blames me for momma leaven.
Oh no here comes graving me by the hair,I'm so scared...
Daddy please stop it hurts I yell ,but it don't help.He throws me and I hit the wall,where I fall.
Daddy I scream I'm sorry for momma leaven ,now I feel my head bleeding,but he doesn't stop.as tears tears fill my eyes I sit here and cry .
He pulls the blade out and sticks it to my neck,I try to plead for help,but can't breath as the blade cuts..so this is it as I hit the floor,closing my eyes,I see the light.well at least daddy can't hurt me no more tonight. Ill be with momma in the sky.well I guess this is good bye as daddy just killed me tonight.i should have told someone he was beating me every night,but hey God wanted me right away.So as I take my last breath I just wanted to say,tell someone before its to late and your in your grave.
Hey just wanted to say I cried writing this poem so I hope comment tell me what u think thanks and vote.
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Ten soft fingers to hold,ten little toes.
Bright green eyes,that you can stare at all through the night..
My little angel.
How you've grown,I remember feeding you a bottle every night you would wake up to cry,how you touched my heart each time.
My little angel
I remember when you took your first step,and now your walking all over and making a mess lol.
My little angel
Now you'll be starting school,
How cool,but your still always be my little girl ,my little angel that god sent from heaven..
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It's been five years since we met, and till this day I still love you to death.
Not a day goes by that you don't cross my mind,and hearing you say I love all the time never gets to be an old line.
I love how you surprise me with a rose or kiss me on the tip of my nose and the way you make me glow.
Your one of a kind of a guy, I won't lie, you make my heart beat a million times
I love how you took my daughter as your own and help me raise her as are own.
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To my sister Angie and Debra here's a poem I wrote just for you and thank you I love ya
My sisters are one of a kind, without them I don't even know where I'd be at in time.
They always knew just what to say,when i was having a bad day.
My sisters will always have my heart in each way because they were there for me in every way .
To have your sisters by your side,to help you up each time ,is a blessing from above with so much love.
With my sisters we fought,lied and cried ,but no matter what we went through we were by their side.
I just wanted my sisters to know how much I appreciate everything they have done.
So thanks for being the best sisters I could ever ask for from above and I just wanted to show you how much your loved
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Little fingers ,little toes, big brown eyes that glow.
Little giggles and little wiggles.
My little guy that grows.
Little steps to start to make a mess.
My little man I love no less.
Your my little alarm clock at night and my little bright eye at light.
Your mommy's little browned eyed
Guy.
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Ill lay here day and night,feeling weak and sad,not even knowing why,all I want to do is cry.
I want more,I feel trapped and ignored.No one seeing what's going on in my mind cause I hide all my feelings bottled up inside.
To tell you all the truth,I can't even find the right words to start,but its true.
When I start to write these feelings I hide ,it flows on this paper where I can describe what's on my mind with no judgement in anyone's eyes.
When I write I feel like a whole new person ,like this is what I was meant to do,but something seems to keep stoping me from what I want to do.
I love to write,it opens my mind when it's a rough time.when I'm sad it helps cheers me up ,writing these feelings down.
All these papers are just going to wast as they keep sacking up each day,I want to show the world,who I am and what I went through.
For my words are true.that I won't deny,each line you read is part of my life line.
I just hope one day I can be the writer I want to be.
With no one holding me back .I just get this feeling that I need to do this for me.i just hope you can see..
I just need to do this for me.
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How can you keep this up,when all you do is keep messing up.
Promise after promise you make,but they all seem to break.
You want me to believe you but how can I when everything you say is fake.
Take another drink or another pill,just so you can get the fill,forget your kids and how they feel.
Crying every night asking where you are tonight
I don't like what you keep doing,it's
hurting my feelings.
I want the old mom back, the one that didn't have to put on an act.
The one that didn't have to tell a lie every time.
The one that didn't make the twins cry every time you'd say goodbye.
All I'm asking is for the old mom back ,is that asking to much from me?
I just want you to see your not only hurting me.
I love you mom but I'm taking a stand,I'm tired of all the misunderstands.
I just want the old mom back, I hope you understand.
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As I sit and stare at this big crate filled to the top,poems I have made ,scared to death to take the next step.
wondering if they are my best?
Can't lie to myself because I can't rest,the words shoot through my mind and I have to write them down at the same time.
Word for word I describe ,how I'm feeling at the time,coming from the heart each rhyme.A true poet that I can't deny
How I love to write,it keeps me up half the night,but got to get theses words off my mind and on this paper I describe .
I put my heart in it,hoping this time ill win it.This poetry contest is just a test.That is making me scared to death.
Wanting to publish my work,but scared they won't like it in New York.What to do?Im just a poet that's scared just like you.
Trying to figure out if my work is good enough and true,why don't you let me know what to do???
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