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Best Poems Written by Michael Drescher

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The Reflection of Your Love

Sitting here alone again,
Thinking about life.
Right beside my only friend,
It is a shiny knife.

The only one to understand
What I'm going through.
The knife I hold in my hand,
Shows me what to do.

So then can't you see,
The knife is always cold?
A perfect reflection of me
Is shining back as gold.

I have nothing to live for,
Death to look forward to,
Don't want to live anymore,
And it's all because of you!

You gave me a reason to hate,
And to draw my last breath.
The love you gave I demonstrate,
As I stab myself to death!

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A Life and a Prayer

Lord I pray
That if today
If someway
Would end,

Before I lie
Before I die
Before you cry
Think it over again.

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Love's Measurement

The dawn must break into day,
And the afternoon with night,
But what about love?Per say...
And the wonder of its invite?

If we let our hearts be known,
The one to the other,
Would it so not condone
The feelings for another?

For one must love if to live,
A love of boundless treasure.
For all I have but to give,
My heart to the fullest measure.

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Origin of Tears

Tears of a bitter past,
And a hopeless tomorrow,
All for joys that never last,
And a memory drowned by sorrow.

Tears of a forgotten son,
For the parents he's never known.
Afraid of what he hasn't done,
And of living all alone.

Tears of the mother
Who was left to die,
And the pain from another
Who never said goodbye.

Tears for a happy end,
That we all hope is there,
For a broken heart to never mend,
And the pain you cannot bare.

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Tales of Hero's

There once was a man who lived in Sherwood,
Who all the folks called Robin Hood.
He stole from the greedy,
And gave to the needy,
But would steal from the poor if he could!

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Heart of Love

There once was a heart made of stone,
Made hard by the life that its known,
But the older it grew
The more pain it went through,
And was made to do so on its own.

There once was a heart made of steel,
Made cold by the love it can't feel
All tears that were shed
For a love left for dead,
Now forever waits for love to heal.

There once was a heart made of gold,
Made out of a love that's grown cold,
But no mater what's tried
All the love held inside
Still resides beneath riches untold!

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Thanks For Pretending

Thank you for pretending
Like I meant something to you.

Thank you for pretending
Acting like I was needed too.

Thank you for pretending
While you were never there.

Thank you for pretending
Like you could ever really care.

Thank you for pretending
Because I felt like I could fly.

Thanks,but I'm not pretending
I love you,and it's not a lie.

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The Darkest Secret

They move about behind the scenes,
Between the dark and horrid screams!

They leave a trail with icy breath,
That follows through with certain death!

They follow quick,and follow fast.
They lead with howls of hollow past!

You cannot run,you cannot hide,
Until their thirst is satisfied!

But noone knows unto this day,
The darkest secret,who are they?

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Help Wanted

My love is as the summer's sky,
And gentle as the breeze.
My love knows exactly why
I can write of her with ease.

She's warm as a summer's sun,
Which her beauty outshines.
All natures beauty formed into one,
Of God's wonderous designs!

My beautiful help meet.
My best friend.
The reason for my heart beat,
And love to never end.

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Nothing

Can a person write a poem,
About nothing,like this?

But it does provide a question,
And a point you cannot miss.

Can a poem be of something,
Saying nothing at all?

Or is it like a message,
Like writings on the wall?

Will it guide you through the day,
Or release your darkest fear?

Is this poem all for nothing,
Or is there something here?