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Best Poems Written by Samantha Haynes

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He Dribbles

Sleep;
He sleeps,
Peacefully
Dreamless and still
Rising chest, deep breaths
Stroking his curly hair
He does not stir but yawns, sighs
Mouth open, tongue loose, he dribbles
I smile to myself, how angelic
I lean down and touch his warm lips with mine

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Arched Back

Arched back, my toes curl
River down my spine, eyes closed, 
Soft lips, head back. Breathe.

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I'M Going Somewhere

I longed for you
you're coming
finally
I wait as you wash over
my being
totally
submersing in your presence
taking me away from them
those people
around
spectating
I longed for you
for years
tearing at my own soul
I would cry inside myself
My mind was a mass of vines
Now you're coming
You wash over me
I'm going somewhere

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Heartache of a 15 Year Old

I am space. And I am time. I can see wind and I can be kind.
I can breathe you, yet you can't breathe me.
I am the oceans, but you're not the seas.
I am the rain. You are my pain.
I am the Sun. You were my fun.
I was the storm. I am outrage. So angry. So deep. Lock me in a cage.
I am the zoo. Being observed from all views.
My life was a shambles and it was your cue. A cue to enter. A cue to arrive
A cue to witness and to revive.
I am religion and I am here. Not one place. Not neither place but here and there.
Am I the air? Am I the voice?
I wanted you forever but you had your own choice.
To leave, to depart, to exit or restart
You left, you thief and you still have my heart...

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Alone

No one here. 
I am alone.
Totally,
Completely
And entirely
By myself.
Can you hear my loneliness?
The silence is disturbing…
It creates sound blasts in my eardrum
No spoken word
Laughter is distant
Thoughts of questioning 
Why this is so?
Can I cry a little?
Is that ok?
But then I see a shadow
In the corner of my left eye.
I turn and recognise the face
Through the glints of light
Shone onto their abstract expression.
They lift their arm slowly,
Obscured in the dark shadow, a
Bony finger extends.
They beckon me over
To sit with them.
To cradle them and relate with them.
So they can stroke my hair and tell
Me I’m all theirs.
I know them to be quite the jealous type
As I have sat with them before.
Their name tingles on my lips
In my mind I know
I should avoid them but I
Have been spotted.
I was visible to them.
They saw my need.
Because I was alone.
They saw.
I was open.
Like a deer by a brook. 
I don’t want self-pity 
To come over me.
But I would like company.
I would prefer a friend.
So I get up and leave
And walk away from the face I recognised,
Despite my loneliness.
I walk away, look back and see Depressions face.
He is angry. He wants me to sit and wallow.
But I got away.
I walk.

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Like An Eclipse

Encompass
Colours
Like
Intense
Protons
Source
Energy

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The Cycle

Like a hamster wheel,
the cycle never stops for
you to keep up. Breathe...

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Olympic Opening Ceremony London 2012

A dancer; "Doctor"
I was an Olympian;
great ceremony!

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Bullies

Venting, hurting, pain
Angry retaliation
Masking the torment

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The Jazz Dream

Underground French café
Sun has gone astray,
Gone home for the night,
I sit in dim half-light
Seated alone in my booth
Feel calm, distant, aloof
Cool breeze coming from
The creaky door at the front
Live jazz, delicately playing 
In the background, I’m swaying
Laid back, to the beat
The hi-hat moves my feet
The snare and the kick
Compel my fingers to click
Index digit taps on my table
Only here is where I’m stable
Amongst all the others
Alone, like me, not bothered 
Atmospheric transition,
Here I am free, before in work-prison
Stuck in the daily grind
Working the dreaded nine to five
It tries to steal my mind
Sucks away my precious Jazz time
Misty room; smoky and sensual
My time, Jazz is my cherished jewel
Oozing class, style and flair; 
Sophisticated; naturally debonair
That cannot be imitated 
Its natural, not replicated
It’s Jazz, ‘Hmmmm’, I relax
I sit back,
“Chillax”
Waitress strolls by, I sip my drink, 
Feet up, no one cares, at least I think 
Sultry singer takes to the stage
I smile and lean back, an audience awaits
Blissful sounds escape her lips
I hear the purest Jazz you could ever wish
I close my eyes, and think of the notes 
Hear the song this singer conceived and wrote
The Jazz dream; she unmistakably has captured it, 
The song she sings, 
Well, you’ve just read it….
The Jazz Dream….