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Best Poems Written by Victoria Reome

Below are the all-time best Victoria Reome poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Rain Dance Poem

When a poem is born
What is the chance
Of words in rain
Drip drop dance

Ping ting sing
Pitter patter rhyme
Rain dance acceleration
Makes my poem climb

Dribble drench drizzle
Thinking on the fence
Sprinkle splish splash
Bring balance to my sense

From sweat sobs and sorrow
Storm surge steam
Murky thunderous blurry
Cry rage scream

To cleansed and quenched
Shower spray stream
Calm cool clear
My mind is now pristine 

The Earth now drenched
It grew a poet tree
Thoughts and water percolate
Now it's sprouted leaves

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I Love You More

Your my dinner date
white-cheesey mac and cheese 
Mommy don't forget
my not-too-hot-green-sweet peas

game nights and holidays
when I get to be the hostess
are kept next-best to
Mommy I love you the mostest

when money's tight 
and the hot rod leaves us carless
I pull myself together
to reply, I love you the farthest

you wanna dance Mom?
we are the flyest
swing spin twirl
Mommy I love you the highest

music and boogy
burdens become their lightest
I've got you this time
I love you the brightest

"get dressed" I say and say  and say
these underwear are clean Mom
I just put them on 
yesterday

to myself I often think
small is how I wish for you to keep 
but then you'd never grow or know
that my love for you runs deep

when you're hurt tired or hungry
Your need for me is clear
I love that I'm the one you ask
Mommy will you wipe my tear

bedtime stories snuggles hugs and kisses
you ask will I stay up the latest
and keep competing
Mommy I love you the greatest

kiss your head rub your back
and tell you get some rest
Mommy I still love you more
but Grandma is the best

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How Can I Get Bored

There's nothing to write about!
I have thoughts for heart 
opinions for stirring
ambition for blood
and inspiration for flurring

But still, there's nothing to write about
even though these thoughts are more than a motherboard 
on media influence 
HUMAN RIGHTS!
antibiotics and cloning
healthcare and race
how about the presidential debate?!

Is there anything not started yet
how about the GMO project
bullying and religion
babyboomers verses millenials
immigration or bullying
or the universe?!!
homelessness obesity and violence
healthcare human trafficking and finance

The media influence too! 
scandals unfold and fold
stories told and untold
keep up with this pace 
before it's erased
it's a race to know how it's laced

A topic of contrast is 
with some of the same
(my favorite, no shame)
Love! 
That's what I'll write about

Love will always exist and persist
it's wished for and treasured
adored liked and desired
yet fought over, torn
and turned ashes with fire

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I Am

Symptoms are not who I am
Disease is not my name
Medication is not your fix-it-up
And treatments are not your game

My body is not your fieldwork
This machine that lets me live
My mind is not that experiment
It has yet plenty thoughts to give

Do you know what?
Choices routine and home
Those aren't yours
Please leave me alone

I don't want to take a test
Or endure such pokes and pills
I have enough going on
Without those wrecking side effect chills

Listen to my feeling
Of why I chose not intervention
You'll understand my voice 
If you have the right intention

Grace and God. Beauty and life! 
This is me! Potential Power Prosperity
Third grade teacher, bird watcher, world traveler
     Piano player, pastry baker, flower planter
I am with my family!

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With Dad

Five years old
I'm in the truck with Dad
I ask How do you know how to drive
Dad smiles and touches his chin
He lets me drive on the dirt road home
The truck is gigantic
My feet don't reach the pedals
The steering wheel wider than I
But I feel proud 
To sit on his lap
And drive the truck with Dad

Ten years old
I'm in the truck with Dad
We get ice cream 
I play with the radio and sing off key
Dad listens
I feel happy
Riding in the truck with Dad

Fifteen years old now
I'm in the truck with Dad
I talk a lot
About school friends sports church and boys
Dad clears his throat 
Dad listens
I feel content
Talking in the truck with Dad

Now twenty years old
I'm driving Dad's truck without Dad
The five speed on the floor
Chocolate milk in the cup holder 
And Alan Jackson on the radio
I feel free
Driving Dad's truck without Dad

I'm a mom now
I drive Dad's truck
Right there in my right seat
Is a child of my own
He talks about oil changes
The numbers on the dash
Why we need to fill up on gas
That we don't want to crash
Mom are you going too fast?
I feel proud
To be driving Dad's truck
Just like Dad

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Drunk Behind the Wheel

You have a choice
To fall prey to that demonic disease
And stay victim held captive
Where it keeps you with ease

You have a choice
To follow static conclusion
And exist under asphyxiation from
High powered inanimate pollution

The tone's about to change
You'll hear it in my voice
If you decide to listen
Is no one else' choice

It sours me to know 
I might not make it home alive
Because you thought it was okay
Okay to drink and drive

Crash could happen any time
Your drunk behind the wheel
I don't think you realize
Your need for help is real

It's a small town
I've shared the road with you
Crash could happen any time
My baby's with me too

That poison has no judgment bounds  
For distance or for time
He could be eating ice cream
When you commit the crime

We could be walking in the park
Or at a T-Ball game
Your truck would wreck our bodies
Maybe send us out in flame

Four years ago
A sunny evening, late in Spring
Alyssa home from school
Dad was doing some grilling

I saw my drunk neighbor 
Crash and knock a power pole
She was in her golden Chevy Cruze
I was in my home

She'd made it past the breathalyzer
Even though she really stank
You do too
When you drink and drive your pick-up tank
 
BANG! SNAP! Wires make three whistle whips
Pole and wires from my home are scattered on the ground
She was mad we called the cops
Afraid of every siren sound

Sara right behind her
Coming home from work
Without a snag she pulls into the drive
But passers by still gawk and lurked

You worry about your license 
Thank God that's all it takes
Because when you choose to drink and drive
You put yours and any life at stake

You think you've heard it all 
And consequence is time to pass
Please change your way of thinking
To treat and heal your broken glass

I believe in you
That you have mind and spine
Because innovation and knowledge appreciation
Breed  a special kind

I think my song is done
I hope you heard this friend
You need to get some help
And find your life again

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Online Dating Cycle

meet you
see you
know you
hear you
like you
learn you
leave you
miss you
write you
wish the best for you
nothing from you
nothing for you
repeat

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Good Things Aren'T Supposed To Go To Waste

During a thunderstorm at the midnight hour 
 I wrote you a letter that I'll never send
 I wrote it when I was alone
 so unless I give it to you
 those words will always be mine
 I might not keep them
 but they are valuable 
 because I thought them
 I wrote them and said them and read them
 I said that I've see you around town 
 and I hope things are looking up for you
 I said that I hope you're getting the help that you need
 and I said nice things about your family
 because they are such lovely people
 and I said that you are too, really
 I tried to keep it nice
 but then I got brutal and blunt
 and said that you can't heal on your own
 because you keep your addiction so close
 I said that you keep your addiction in first place
 which keeps you from handling reality
 because it throws off your perspective and light of life
 and in my letter I told you how I waited on a guitar player at the cafe today
 and he said that his favorite audience has become the young and the old
 because of the way they take interest and inquire
 and I didn't say this in my letter, but I wish that you would enjoy an audience like that
 because that is a wholesome audience
 I said that your thoughts, mistakes, and feelings are worth acknowledging
 because they are honest and real
 and they provide perspective and help you prosper
 I was very frank when I said that you've been blessed
 with talents and charm
 and it was really harsh when I said that it's selfish
 to keep them all to yourself
 because you have a gift to connect with people and help them grow
 and I said that you have so much potential 
 but you're trashing it 
 and good things aren't supposed to go to waste
 I'm thinking that the thunder storm will fuel my poem
 because the wind blows my curtains around 
 like I saw on Mickey Mouse once when I was little
 while the rain hits my deck like a hundreds of marbles 
 dumped from an economy sized coffee can
 and the lightning stabs and cracks flashes in the black humid breeze
 several seconds before the thunder barrels at the silence I like for writing
 but my lyrics are so raw that they don't need fuel
 because I have the ruthless heart of an objective friend
 who believes in you 
 because good things 
 aren't
 supposed
 to go 
 to waste

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Grown Up

When I grow up
I'll still be growing up
is twenty-eight too grown up to still be growing up?
because I'm still growing up
I'm a grown up that's growing up while my little one grows up
maybe it's really grown up to keep growing up after you've grown up

my goodness dear self
all grown up, not grown up, half grown up, still growing up
slow down 
or slow up

but give growth a slow go
because growth grows slow
smile the while
while you grow
But self, 
where am I going while I'm growing only to keep growing?

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Universal Contagion

Smile
that dance with your lips
whether luscious or pin-stripe thing
glimmering like rubies or scales glazed by sunshine

smile
that dance on perched puffy cheeks
whether skin of cocoa freckles or roses

smile
this dance is the universal contagion
whether all thirty-two Chiclets of pearl
or bare gums

smile
that dance in your eyes
they're gemstones that sparkle
whether wrinkles all around or botoxed to the brow

smile
that dance! of the genuine you
that's the kind that makes me smile too
it's selfish. I know.
but it's the genuine kind
with flaws that I need 

those smiles from beer-belly-busting chuckles 
that jiggle all the way out
the smiles on kids when puppies play
when loved ones see their soldier home
and when brothers and sisters make each other proud

now your lips have stretched to the limits 
to those puffy perched cheeks
when your smile grew
I smiled too