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Best Poems Written by Veronica Andemariam

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How Not To Start a War

War is a sickness that kills one by one,
you never know it's coming until - BAM!
It will sneak up on you like a hit man,
and it makes sure to take your only son.
When I think about what they could have done
to stop this madness before it began,
my thoughts are of preaching's from a wise Man
named Jesus Christ, only begotten Son.

He talks of forgiveness and being meek,
to always show kindness to thy neighbor.
Even if they aren't worthy of your time,
still, you must love and turn the other cheek.
Don't be too weary of all your labor,
that you are willing to commit a crime.

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An Ode To the Mighty Pen

They say the pen is mightier 
than the sword,
I, too, believe this to be true
with its undying loyalty
its soul belongs to me
the pen shows us what it means
to be honorable,
with its sharp point
ready to stab my foe
its long jet black armor
shielding its plastic entrails
how swiftly though,
it transforms 
from a willing soldier
to a gentle confidant
indulging the needs of its master 
the pen shows no fear
it tells no lies
it can have the innocence
of a butterfly kiss on the cheek
or the dull edge
of a dagger to the heart,
it fits so perfectly
between my thumb and finger
like a baby being held
by a first time mother
she is gleeful as she hears
her sweet child’s coos
if ever I need to get revenge
I will not use a sword
nor a gun
I will take this pen 
in my hand,
and slice my villain
with each syllable
I carve,
my murderous song
will forever be engraved
tainted,
with the murky black ink
that flows effortlessly
from my magnificent octopus.

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An Ode To a Memory

You stand there oh so tall,
bringing shame to those
who came before you
and still you expose

Their greatest weakness
is that they can’t compare
to your silhouette
and no it’s not fair.

They try to make me happy,
thinking maybe one day
she’ll see through this shell and
see the color beyond this grey.

Sadly, they are mistaken
there is no other that can make 
my heart a broken record
and still I find it breaks.

Broad shoulders,
a golden mane,
my eyes are blurred
I forgot your name.

Like Atlas you grasp
my world in your palm
I sing of you now and then
as though you were a psalm.

You’ll always be there.
Never will you leave,
the magical memory
of make-believe.

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Animal Crackers

Lions, tigers and bears oh my! The sweet taste of childhood melts on my tongue as I reminisce on the days where there were no consequences or worries – only joy. With each crunch, the animals take me back to a time in my childhood. The camel carries me on its back to the great continent of Africa, in a small country on the east side called Eritrea – the place where I was born. The elephant showers me with my parent’s love and adoration just for walking and speaking gibberish. When I fall down, the bear embraces me and swaddles me with care when I start to whimper. Each bite transports me to a new memory. The taste lingers on my tongue like dew. The smell envelopes me in a cocoon filled with light that protects me from the outside world. Too innocent to know that one day, I will emerge. My past life floods all the pores on my skin, like sap from a tree. Dipping each animal cracker into my milk, I drown all my sorrows and relive the past. Kids are running around and playing. Their laughter echoes in my ears as I swallow my childhood down. I take a bunny rabbit and remember how I learned to tie my shoes then I swallow again and the bunny disappears into the hole. The taste doesn’t leave my senses as though it’s trying to pull me back into the past permanently.

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Police Brutality

Their voices shout from all directions,
one sprays me in the face with liquid fire,
another kicks and stomps at my back and legs.

They beat another with their fists
pounding at his soft flesh like drums,
leaving him on the edge of life.

The taste of copper lingered on my lips
as the crimson ink 
splattered on my face.

I put my hands up in surrender,
but once the fire rises within them
it spreads – consuming me along with it.

The sky weeps
as I fall with a thud on the asphalt. 
The rain seeped into my skin like acid,

but nothing can wash away 
the blood stain,
poured on the dull pavement.

My bruises have slowly healed as time
ticked away the brutal passions of their mistakes,
but my voice remains to break the silence.

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An Ode To the Birds and the Bees

So happy I am for the Birds and the Bees,
who rustle and bumble all for our ease.
Nestled so sweetly in their nectar and honey,
no my dear, it is not for the money.

They garden the flowers and live in the trees,
so happy I am for the buzzing of bees.
As my head lay heavy on this pillow,
my ears perk to the chirping of robins outside my window.

I am gleeful as I listen to their joyous hymn
that I begin to hum along on a whim.
The dawn chorus was most superb that day,
if work didn’t beckon me, I wouldn’t have whisked away.

Beautiful blossoms capture my stare,
iris here, lily there, hydrangea’s everywhere.
When I ask who shepherds them, easily they reply
“the bumble bees nearby, often do supply
pollen with their feet, ‘tis really quite so neat!”

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Fall

The wind is blowing,
the leaves rustle in rhythm – 
fall is in the air.

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Old Age

I once had big plans
now, to sit on the porch and read,
has become a challenge.
 
I have outgrown them
all my friends asleep in coffins;
None of my clothes fit.
 
He will take me soon,
I have been waiting for Him
all He does is tease.

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The Boy

There is a boy that I see
Though more handsome and fairer then me
He is constantly on his knees
Looking up, he begs for mercy
Throwing his secrets in the sea
Never could we agree
No longer was I feeling free
I wished so much for thee,
That you could be my lock and key
Forgetting that I was him and he was me
No longer do I hear his pleas.

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Fire

There is a fire deep within that wishes to be free,
to ignite the world with amber flames.
To witness a better world, we must be willing to rise from the ashes.
But I am chained by my thoughts.
What if they don’t listen? What if I don’t make a difference?
What if I do.