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Best Poems Written by Dani Petersen

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Heron

My favorite bird is a Heron.
Soaring above the sky.
It flies like a kite,
Its neck like a serpant in motion.
The heron is a puppet on stilts.
Humerous Heron.

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Moonshifting

That circle of lume,
You feel altering shape,
Moon seeping skin,
Of unfounded gape.
Fear, born again,
Into humanity shunned,
As what was not before,
Hunted and silver gunned.
Running swift,
You are free,
Unbounded by lawful mortality,
Seeing only what wolves can see.
When death comes,
Will you return to the moon?
Like the rest of your kind,
An hourglass of time, immune.

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With Seasons

With fallen leaves,
Flakes shall descend,
Like feathers from the heavens conscend.
With melting snow,
Spring shall come,
Like new butterflies from the coons natal plum.
With drizzling rain,
Light shall appear,
Like chicks from eggs every year.
With raying sun,
Winds shall behold,
Like birds from the south not to catch cold.

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Secret Insides

Lack of confidence,
Frozen in silence,
I feel like I'm out of time.
There's nothing I can do,
I'm a failure,
And askew,
Even can't compare to the lore...
WTF,
I don't wanna cry no more!
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
Of how I feel...
Its cold,
It's wet,
It's making me sick,
Lying here on the floor...
Goddamn you,
I don't even care anymore!
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
Of how I feel...
Gain of skill,
Studdered speech,
I feel like I'll shout.
They say I have strength,
I'm a weakling,
far from arms length,
Descending,
And falling toward the core.
SOB,
I don't wanna cry no more!
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
Of how I feel...
The screaming,
The yelling,
The pain of my mind,
Standing here out the door...
Piss off bastard,
I don't even care anymore!
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
Of how I feel...
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
You know nothing,
nothing,
Of how I fail...
To see the secret insides in me.

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Hopeless Mortality

While laying on the ground,
You feel the dirt and filth rise,
Settling dust as it surround
The encompassed mortal guise.
As gliding against gravities pull,
Beset halo of unclean,
Scuffling your wings lull,
Drag to broken humanity no longer keen.
Opening your fresh baby eyes,
No more vibe or brilliance,
Only somber sounds, shapes and surmise.
Given up, wondering of hopeless resilience,
And thus you still wake,
Forever changed, clipped and disgraced.
Never again seek or to partake,
In pristine angelic flight of haste.

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Little Tune

Sitting at the keyboard,
Playing your little tune,
It’s hard to realize,
That I lost you,

With the smell of roses,
Scents of your hair,
I visualize on the pillow,
That your still there…

Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,

Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,

But all I have of you,
Is this little tune,

In nothing but that sexy black bra,
Strolling my street,
I still hear you talk,
About the reasons why,

Remember when,
We got those matching tattoos,
With my name,
And yours too,

Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,

Because,
You stole my army pants,
My blue bandana too,
Strapped around your head,
You were out of my room,

But all I have of you,
Is this little, little tune.