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Samantha Farley Poem
My thanks may be quite short
My comments barely there
But please don’t be offended
They are sincere, I swear
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015
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Samantha Farley Poem
My voice isn’t heard
So why would I shout
Nothing ever happens
Why would I go out
Change doesn’t affect me
Within my own home
Can all of you people
Leave me alone
They’ve taken your children?
That’s not my concern
As long as it's your house
Who cares if it burns
They’re coming for me next?
I doubt that that’s true
And if it does happen
Well, what could I do
And now it's my neighbors
Being stripped of their rights
I never quite liked them
So why would I fight?
They’ve come for my parents
It might seem unfair
But they had it coming
And I just don’t care
They’re in my backyard now
But I'm sure it's fine
They don’t have a reason
To touch what is mine
Well now I'm surrounded
I'm also quite scared
It seems when you warned me
I should have prepared
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2022
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Oh, it never ends,
This eternal fight for our freedoms
And yet we don’t consider
The freedoms of others
To be worth a fight
So why do we fight together
To allow for our ideals?
Does anyone truly want a world
Where everyone is free
Where everyone is equal
Where everyone can be
Or do we just pretend to
So we can live our lives
Looking down on others
Who we don’t understand
Free from danger
Free from pain
Are these our true freedoms
Of which we are so proud?
The freedom to turn away from horrors
Happening all around
The freedom to ignore the child
Holding out his hand
The freedom to openly criticize
The hungry and the poor
And so I ask my final question
What is our freedom for?
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016
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Samantha Farley Poem
Natural numbers, big or small
Include no zero among them all
Including numbers 123
Excluding fractions, as you can see
Whole numbers are one step up
Add a zero, and add them up
To get a simple 0 1 2
There is almost nothing new
Integers now are number three
As negative as numbers can be
Like -1 , or -93
But spanning to infinity
Rational covers all before
Add decimals and you’re near the door
With fractions now, you’re almost done
8.3, 9 over 1
Real numbers are the final step
With any number you could think up
Excluding that which don’t exist
Now go away, I need my rest
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016
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Research papers, book reports
witty remarks, smart retorts
of these things none can I do
but I still tried and so should you!
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016
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Samantha Farley Poem
Dear mother
Worn out
Doth smother
Her daughters
With boredom
And nothing to do
Dear father
No doubt
Won’t bother
To listen
To daughters
For he’s tired too
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015
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Samantha Farley Poem
I'm not old enough to drive yet
Not old enough to drink
Not old enough for lotto
But old enough to stink
I'm at that in between age
Where nothing is quite right
When boys and drugs and alcohol
Have entered in my sight
I wonder where I'm going
I wish that I could stay
But my life continues advancing
Day by day by day
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2016
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Bill the buff and nerdy brave,
Was told the day was his to save
Alas, he wanted just to read
And from this horrid world be freed
The jocks and coach had cornered him
And forced him into football gear
And when his mother saw him there
She grinned to him from ear to ear
Burdened then by many eyes
Bill had nowhere to go
The pain Bill had was hid inside
And no-one was to know
Eventually it was too much
And Bill just had to leave
He left behind an empty shell
And no-one even grieved.
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2017
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The neverending torrent of bodies
The people whose relatives passed
The piles and piles of bodybags
That only recently amassed
‘Tis my job as a grave digger
To hide them away in the ground
To keep them from the people
Since they spread the virus around
This young and just made graveyard
Is already getting quite full
I take my shovel for digging
And dig another hole
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2015
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The sky full of ashes, the air packed with dust
All cars are abandoned and covered in rust
A city, deserted, lifeless, and cold
A story of war, these ruins have told
There are some survivors, but only a few
Lurking in shadows, they’re hiding from you
You look like a monster, you’re covered in dirt
You’ve a knife in your hand, and blood on your shirt
You’ve spotted a child, he cowers in fear
Eyes widen in horror, he bolts like a deer
The memory of battle, still fresh in your mind
Prevents the peace you are trying to find
Tears run down your face, you’re starting to cry
Despair takes over, you wish you could die
You’re suddenly blinded by a heavenly light
You close your eyes, it’s unbearably bright
Your heart seems to lighten, you feel the relief
As your fears are all stolen by a mysterious thief
The light filled with kindness then fades away
And you know you've survived another day
Copyright © Samantha Farley | Year Posted 2014
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