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Best Poems Written by Brynn Rose

Below are the all-time best Brynn Rose poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Farm On a Hill

There lay a farm on a hill where vows had been made,
and there stood a portrait of a family, where the colors fade.

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The Forest

Wow this feeling can take you away,
to a place without trouble in the middle of May,
the grass is green, the sun is bright,
the rustle of leaves make the birds take flight,
the river is quiet, the water is blue,
the squirrels are nutty and the owl asks “who”?
but as the night approaches and the moon is up,
try catching stars in a bowl or a cup,
as they fill to the top, you can’t help but say,
“these insects are beautiful, lighting the way”,
and the moon comes alive, it is bright in the sky,
as you hear the moths flutter, and the bats start to fly,
the mountain lion sleeps, while the cubs fight,
and the crickets are chirping at the peak of the night.
The rustle of bushes, the crunching of leaves,
the scuttle of creatures climbing the trees,
the wolf is howling, it calls to the pack,
it caught a fresh scent and is starting to track,
the rays turn to silver, the woods fill with light,
the fox burrows deeper, bundled and tight.
The shadows start to creep, critters start to crawl,
you are hearing strange noises and your hair stands up tall,
again you hear noises, then the owls start to flutter, 
your blood runs cold as the wind starts to mutter.
After, you see shadows darting back and forth,
as the only light you have is the star to the north,
the animals start to hide, they make their disguises,
and the forest quiets down as the sun rises.

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Money

Green is the color of status and wealth,
Paper is the item that pays for your health,
A picture of a man is success on this Earth,
The amount of it spent determines your worth,
People find it, they keep it, they flaunt it, they lock it,
Our world is run on something that fits in your pocket.

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Her

She walks in your house,
she wants you to know, 
the the less people near you,
the more her power grows.

She preys on the weak,
and hears their bones break,
as she finds her next victim, 
for another innocent life to take.

Her limbs are long and fast,
as she tears at your flesh,
devouring, consuming,
she likes her food fresh.

She is feared by many, 
so to get rid of her it’s said,
to use a stick or a duster,
and just get rid of her web.

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The Trees

The pines turn brown,
and the needles fall,
the scrub jays are nesting,
to their loved ones they call.

The crisp morning air,
the heat of the day,
the rustling leaves are deafening,
the trees bend and sway.

The grass is quite cold,
the shade is my shelter,
the squirrels are gathering,
as the afternoon swelters.

The horizon turns pink,
it pleases the eye,
the sunset is bleeding,
into the evening sky.

The stars start to show,
the moon shines bright,
the crickets are chirping,
the woods are filled with light.

The birds quiet down,
and it starts to get cold,
and deep inside, the trees chuckle,
for their stories go untold.

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Dear Diary

Dear Diary,

I know that you don’t have eyes or ears,
but you listen, and you need to hear,
that today my heart broke in my chest,
as I heard my best friend was laid to rest.
He was fighting something for a while,
and through it all he kept a smile,
diary, 
I remember seeing a lump on his head,
and the doctor said he needed to stay in bed,
my mommy says he’ll be better now,
but I still don’t understand how,
I gave him my favorite stuffed bear,
daddy said it shows I care,
diary, 
I miss this kid with every fiber I got,
but they took him away in a wooden box,
and now mom says I have to say goodbye,
she said “darling its ok to cry”,
but mommy, daddy, why are you upset?
they said “oh God, I hope she’ll forget”,
Oh diary,
I hope my best friend will be home quick,
Because he told me, diary, HE told me,
that he wasn’t sick.

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Phoenix

From the ashes he rose,
from the flame he slept, 
His wings spread outward,
out of the fire he stepped.

His eyes black as coal,
his beak sharp as blades,
And the power, it shimmers,
as his past memory fades.

And as he takes to the air,
in an explosion of light,
The Phoenix emerges,
with blazing might.

His wingspan is broad,
his cry filled with youth,
His talons are daggers,
his gaze looks with truth.

But the people don't know,
that Phoenix has taken his flight,
And all they see is a star,
shooting through the night.

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Star

When I hear Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,
I think,”why are all these stars so far?”,
I want to grasp one in my hand,
Bring its beauty onto land,
Oh, Twinkle Twinkle little star,
Some things are best kept as they are.