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Best Poems Written by Lamar Burroughs

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Red Devil's Rain

These tears keep plunging down my face, I call it Red Devil’s rain.
This rain symbolizes agony, and sheltered pain.
These tears are not perceptible to others, but only to the one who bears the 
name.
Which is engrave in his heart, and impressed in his brain.

I call it, Red Devil’s Rain

I can feel it rolling down my soul’s face.
Caused by an unhappy case.
Sticking my tongue to catch a drop, already knowing the colic taste.
That falls on the floor, and evaporates in a near by place.

I call it, Red Devil’s rain

Down pouring from head to toe.
No one sees it, so, I wonder where does it go.
I know it’s not gone, because I can still feel the blow.
Drip drop, the rain continues to flow.

I call it, Red Devil’s rain

Unable to make it stop, Red Devil’s rain continues to fall.
Stress becomes my incarceration, and my heart crumples in to a ball.
Unable to assist it, or keep it from hitting the wall.
Life becomes nothing more, or nothing less, than a rainy windfall.

I call it Red Devil's Rain

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Crazy Dream

I sat on the bed and greeted my friend that I miss,
And she eased slowly my way to give me a kiss.
I quickly moved hoping that she would miss
I closed my eyes clutching the sheets in my fist.

Wake up! Wake up! Is this what it seem.
Wake up! Wake up! This must be a dream.

We're sitting on the sofa watching T.V,
When I notice her eyes were focus on me.
Pure passion in her eyes was all I can see,
As our lips met I wondered, can this be.

Wake up! Wake up! Is this what it seem.
Wake up! Wake up! This must be a dream.

Coming back from war, I entered my house,
Standing there she was, as quiet as a mouse.
It was my friend, who was also my spouse,
Greeting me with a hug, and a kiss on the mouth.

Wake up! Wake up! Is this what it seem.
Wake up! Wake up! This must be a dream.

Now I’m awoke, and thinking crazy things about a friend,
Memories attacked me, about what could of happened back then.
I had to be young, maybe nine or ten.
I dosed off, and the dreams came to haunt me again.

WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Is this what it seem.
WAKE UP! WAKE UP! This must be a dream.

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Similarities To a Famous Poet

I make my own decisions for I’m my own boss,
choose the wrong concourse and now I’m loss.
I have to change my path like Robert Frost,
catch my life for a touchdown like Randy Moss.

This is my life and I got to control it, having similarities to a famous poet.

As I slough in the corner of my room with my head down low,
full of sorrow because I lost the one I call my bro.
Reminiscing about  the past got me feeling like Edgar A.  Poe,
tormented by the pain felt from a love one you can’t let go.

This is my life and I got to control it, having similarities to a famous poet.

Life is full of many things and troubling lies,
that make people ashamed, and burst into trouble cries.
This got me feeling like Maya Angelou, with all her words of the wise,
you can say what you want, but still I raise. 

This is my life and I got to control it, having similarities to a famous poet