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Best Poems Written by Emma Smith

Below are the all-time best Emma Smith poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Hair Down In My Grand Fathers Convertable

No lady despair
The call of adventure blair
where tousled waves flair

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Dedicated To My Sherlockians

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Dear me, Mr. Holmes!
Whatever happened to you?
Deserting your friends
and taking your life
You've caused quite a mess
and made lots of strife
Oh, your dear friend John
Whatever happened to him?
Without you
he appears quite grim
So think very hard
before you return
Not all can handle
that degree of burn
Dear me, Mr. Holmes!
Does my name ring a bell?
The day you faked your death..
I faked mine as well
-JM

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A 17 Word Love Story

We fell in love
watching a sky
freckled with lightning
being held by you
is beautifully brightening

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Timid

She spoke them gently
words of her remorse came quick
Unspoken now said

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Little Bird

Past happiness is what keeps me here
You wish to stay and sing along
content with your surroundings.
Yet you knew I can't accept that.
You say I'm your little bird
The bird with no cage
The cage with no latch.
How can you not know?
I am in your cage,
the cage of "I love You"s and "We'll go away together someday"s
You are my cage,
I use to be happy in it
But you had to go and lie
You had to lose my trust.
I have let you out of your cage
and if you continue to lie
I will let myself out of mine.
I am not your little bird.
I am not your pet.
I have my own set of wings.
I have my own set of talons.
Don't make me use them.

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Scratch

My life is like a wound
I scratch so I can bleed
regurgitate my words
I write so I can feed
And Death grows like a weed
sprouted up inside my heart
I draw
I make art
because of these feelings I have
and the images I have seen
there must be something terrible
Terribly wrong with me
I let things hurt me
So that I can scream
and the people I use to trust?
well
They refuse to be seen

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To Andrew

You were a boy
 who played his music to loud
and often shyd away
 from the popular crowd
and I was a girl
 who did just the same
feelings of belonging
 when you said my name
and we seemed to be lovers
 for such a short time
but you fell for the other
 from a previous time line