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Sabrina Bershka Poem
I miss those
Morning grass underneath my feet
Or listening to lifetime stories on repeat.
I ask you, my son,
Where has that all gone?
I miss that
Wind flying pass my fingertips
Bubbling pancakes ready to be flip'd.
My son,
Where has that all gone?
We care more about
Baribe dolls strutting down runways
Doing whatever we can for our paydays.
White screen causing eyestrains
Watching the growth of Kim K's vain.
Cry for the pain brought from hurricanes,
Cry for the bombing of others terain.
There are way more,
Way more that matters,
Not people's selfish patterns.
I miss those,
Night time walks,
Or those grandma talks.
My son, I ask you,
Where have they all gone?
Copyright © Sabrina Bershka | Year Posted 2016
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Sabrina Bershka Poem
Remember when we used to laugh
About the way I did my math.
Snorting and talking all throughout class;
Blowing bubbles in our milkshake glass;
All the tricks and jokes we used to make,
You were then my chocolate cake.
Remember when we used to speak
A language formed at our friendship's peak.
Talks that lasted for hours,
Kept safe in hearts cuz' they were ours.
Never thought our bond would forsake,
For you were my chocolate cake.
But as time passed,
I couldn't keep this chocolate cake to last.
It soon got spoiled and rotten,
But the taste of our friendship was never forgotten.
Knowing this makes my heart break,
But,now, you are an old chocolate cake.
S.B
Copyright © Sabrina Bershka | Year Posted 2016
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Sabrina Bershka Poem
Is this a dream,
Can this be real?
You stand there effortlessly
As the rest of the world loses its appeal.
Do you know how my heart flutters
When you look at me with emerald eyes?
Or how fast my pulse gets
When your hand is entwined in mine.
Your hair is made of golden feathers
Iron legs that run miles.
Why is it when I catch your sight?
I can’t help but break a smile.
I’ve given you my heart
Have you given me yours?
This love is real,
I know that for sure.
Copyright © Sabrina Bershka | Year Posted 2016
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Hold me deep in your arms,
Hold me hard until the pain is gone.
Broken past with countless harms
Banging at my door claiming that they won.
Pull me close into your chest,
Pull me close so I don't look back.
Tired of this feeling of upset,
Weighting inside me like a hefty sack.
Gone with the chains that ties me,
Gone with the troubled surroundings,
There's a new day ahead, I see,
With each rise, hope it brings.
S.B
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