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Best Poems Written by Logan Holliday

Below are the all-time best Logan Holliday poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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My Hero

We all have one person we call "Hero"

My hero is brave, beaten and battered by war
My hero is weathered, abused by the elements
My hero is a farmer, hard working and dedicated
My hero is strong, his muscles used to plow the ground
My hero is a craftsman, hands splintered with wood and covered in grease
My hero is gentle, hands rough but his touch soft
My hero is kind, giving life to all, even the snakes and pests
My hero is gray, his hair peppered with wisdom
My hero is scented of strong coffee, mint, and cigarettes
My hero is a musician, fingers calloused from years of plucking
My hero is unlike any other unconditional love for anyone
My hero is tired
My hero is weak
My hero is sick
God, please... Don't take my hero from me

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Barrel Racer

She tightens her saddle one last time
She's ready to go, ready to ride
Her palomino mare snorts and paws roaring to run
The buzzer sounds, now its on
Down the middle veering right
She makes the turn, the crowd ignites
On to the second whippin' her hard
The barrel tips but doesn't go far
One more to go, she's clenching her teeth
'Round she goes she can't be beat!
On the home stretch, kickin' up dust
Through the gate she goes
She's the number one

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Drugs, Sex and Alcohol

In a blur of drugs, sex, and alcohol
I found you
Accidently really...
I, with no intentions but lust became engrossed in what they call love
With a heart of an angel
And the hand of the devil you drew me into you
Each passing day a memory to keep
I long for the day they call forever 
With you, children, and growing old
Never once did I think that my lust would become our love

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Memories

Most things do not last
Pain, happiness, sadness, love...
Memories don't fade

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The Wolf

While stars are in hiding and only the moon shines brightly 
The lone wolf howls in the distance 
Beckoning his lover back to him 

The rains weep for the Wolf, him not able to weep for himself, is gratified by cold plunging through the mud and thickets soiling his precious coat 

he bays out once more 

Without any avail the lone wolf finds shelter in a cave, yet another dark, gloomy dwelling for him to suffer 

With his physical hunger gone he forgets to hunt, however the emotional craving for her warm blood drives him on for the moment

By the break of day the wolf sleepless and starving finds himself unable to carry on however the abundance of mates there may be he longs for none but his late 

As the golden rays of morning  reach his grayed, tired muzzle he reaches his finale peace a deep sleep from which he will not wake, but will forever dream of his love

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War

The war starts young, unequally dividing me
There are always casualties in war, I pray I'm not next
A force pushes me here, pulls me there-
Am I alive?
I must be, the war is still raging on


Lightening flashes and I feel the cold of darkness enclose around me
The devil screams obscenities at me begging me to join his side
I keep my head bowed low, hiding my innocent eyes from corruption


The lies continue until I am deaf
The words don't matter any more
Only what I choose to see is what I believe
The guns fire on and I'm alone, abandoned


They forgot me... 
As I lay ready to die I raise my head
and allow my eyes to take in all they can
I die proud, alone, and corrupt
There are always casualties in war

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God's Way

When the SON calls your name are you ready for GLORY?
Is your life full of SIN? 
Constantly in worry? 
You needn't fret-
His BLOOD washed us clean
He is the way the TRUTH and the life
We live by him and not by SIGHT
ALPHA OMEGA beginning and end
He died for us, DIED for our SINS
How could we repay such a gracious gift? 
Lift him up, along with your hands
Worship our GOD! 
Our KING here to SAVE!
Get down on your knees,
kneel and then PRAY
Always remember, live life GOD'S way

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Demons

Carcinogens make me feel stronger
The burn of liquor makes me feel cool
There are demons in my head trying to make me break the rules
I know that knives are bad 
I know this all sounds cruel
But they tell me it's okay for blood to drip into a pool
The shrink told me the pills would make the voices go away
But what I found, and much to his dismay
The demons made me through the pills away
I know that people love me 
Even if they don't say
But I can't help but wonder if I should take me life away
There are demons still inside me
Wanting me to break 
But they don't know I still have a smile to fake
Until I find one real
Real enough to keep 
These horrors I throw down, down below my feet
All the way to Hell
Back to where they came 
The devil hasn't won this one
My King; he still reigns

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Forever

Not being able to touch him is pure punishment 
I yearn to kiss him
To feel his arms around my waist
All day long I have been anxious awaiting his arrival
Constantly fidgeting, never still
I feel as if I'm coming down from a high 
Whenever he's not around
He is a drug to whom I have become addicted
It pains me to be without him
Only his kiss, his touch, his voice 
Can give me the high I crave
I know I will have to wait again
Before my needs are satisfied
But I have confidence these waiting days
Will be short
In comparison to our Forever

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Cancer

Shoulders broad,  wide
the weight rest. 
more is piled on. because
there is more room.

the night guarantees the dawn. 

but the night is where it happened. 
between the finish and the start
and in that order

when they are not watching.
more weight. 
craving the load.
hating the heaviness. 

knowing  the sun is there. 
The brightness of the moon insures its distance

the hours
the hours 11, 12, then 1 again

lucky enough to not know.
to not know the dawn by name
but only as day

but that is where it started 
that is where the end started, 
that day, that day before
the end

the cancer has told a story.
it told the worst story, one with out an end

the finish nor the start separate themselves. 
only the hours in-between.  
11, 12 then 1 again 

heaviness accumulates.
shoulders broad, wide 

to stare at the sun light. 
rather its reflection in the moon, 

to understand light,
to not be blinded by it, 
that is night.
that is the end……….just before the beginning……and in that order