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Rachel Gould Poem
Heather wore a saddening frown.
Her head drooped down.
Her eyes were red and puffy.
Her nose was stuffy.
She wept with a pout.
She would yell and shout.
Heather gave a groan
And was to sit alone.
Everyone was glad,
But Heather was sad.
No one knows why,
She’d wail and cry.
She whimpered until,
She had no will
To cry anymore.
She went in the door.
Heather’s heart was like
A broken glass.
With a great mass,
To push off her shoulders.
Copyright © Rachel Gould | Year Posted 2007
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Rachel Gould Poem
At first, I thought
love could be held
in the palm of your hand,
but then I found out love
was much greater than a palm,
greater than a body,
greater than life itself
love is a hope,a dream,
a way of thought
love is a wonderous,
peaceful feeling
it is what you want it to be,
and you are what it wants you to be,
be yourself and love will come
Copyright © Rachel Gould | Year Posted 2007
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Rachel Gould Poem
The dagger flew
into the skin
piercing the heart
gradually his face grew cold
his eyes grew dark
slowly he faded away
Copyright © Rachel Gould | Year Posted 2007
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Rachel Gould Poem
Life is like a game
you win and lose
you accuse and you get blame
you have fun and suffer
You can change the game
by changing yourself
good or bad
changing how you end up
Copyright © Rachel Gould | Year Posted 2007
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