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Best Poems Written by Michelle Southers

Below are the all-time best Michelle Southers poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Speakeasy

“Little boy, little boy, where have you been? Down in the cellar drinking your father’s gin?”
“Not I,” said the boy with a drunken laugh. “Who am I to drown in father’s wrath?”
“Little boy, little boy, you smell strongly of sin! I shall ask you once more—where have
you been?
“Good sir,” said the boy, stumbling through the path. “I was not in the cellar. I was only
in the bath!”

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I Hear the Angels Calling My Name

I hear the angels calling my name
Away from those devils not easy to tame,
Away from the sins that shape the earth,
Away from Satan laughing with mirth.

I hear the angels calling my name
Away from cupid’s faulty aim,
Away from a love that did not last,
Away from the horrors of an undying past.

I hear the angels calling my name
Away from a routine that is always the same,
Away from a life filled with despair,
Away from a heart broken beyond repair.

Yes, I hear the angels calling my name
Away from my troubles, Away from my shame,
Away from my loss, Away from my pain,
Away from my faults, only peace to now gain.

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The Flaw of Man

Hunger sounds the tiger’s growl
Striking fear in his prey.
Hunger drives the wolf’s howl
As the night turns into day.
Hunger makes the vulnerable pay
Awakening the beast within.
Hunger deepens without delay
Forcing the honest man to sin.
When shall satisfactory begin?
Or shall the Devil’s grip tighten?
Only when the world fails to spin
Will his evil heighten.
Oh, how men value a single piece of bread,
For the Devil’s grip loosens once they are fed.

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He Hath Little Faith

Twisted faith yields no mercy.
Blood makes the Devil thirsty.
And just as Lucifer once fell, 
Man created his own hell,
While jumping slightly at the sound of a bell.
In the distance the church sings,
Bringing peace, the bell rings,
Untangling the harp strings,
And with it mending the angel’s broken wings.