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Best Poems Written by Bruce Horick

Below are the all-time best Bruce Horick poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Introvert

Solitude is my greatest comfort
Privacy is my haven

In loneliness I find solace
In stillness I dull my pains

Quietness gives me hope
Silence inspires me

In my fortress of isolation
I can be all I want to be

I am an introvert
And I'm strong when I'm alone and free

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The Girl With the Guitar

She sits with her guitar in the corner
Her hands skillful as they strum the steel strings
Her guitar weeps like a soulfull mourner
Saturating her sweet voice as she sings

Awed I was, by this angel with a song
Captured by her voice, making my heart long
Others would feel this way with superstars
But my star is a girl with a guitar

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Palette of Hope

I dub a little bit of colour here
A little bit of sparkle there
Splashing out the fear
Brushing on the care
Colouring over the tears
Painting better years
Drawing blue skies clear
Blotting out the scares
Till a masterpiece appears
A painting so rare
My palette of hope is here
Bring your troubles and cares
We will paint away your drear
With the paint of prayer

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I Think the Mirror Must Hate Me

I think the mirror must hate me
Why can't its reflections be true?
I want to see what I can be

Yet the mirror won't let me see
The things that I really should do
I think the mirror must hate me

I want so much to see me free
To see me sail the oceans blue
I want to see what I can be

I know I only need to see
To believe that I'm special too
I think the mirror must hate me

If only it could hear my plea
The mirror would know what to do
I want to see what I can be

What I want to, I just can't see
And all my efforts just won't do
I think the mirror must hate me
I want to see what I can be

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Man's Bestfriend

He's naturally happy all the time
Not ashamed to show his love
Never asking for a dime
Sweet and gentle as a dove

Not ashamed to show his love
He proves to be the greatest friend
Sweet and gentle as a dove
His affections never seem to end

He proves to be the greatest friend
Always there whenever you call
His affections never seem to end
Comforting you when you fall

Always there whenever you call
Never asking for a dime
Comforting you when you fall
He's naturally happy all the time

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Graveyard of Dreams

As I walk among the sculptured tombstones
I could only marvel
At the sheer numbers that lie here
Thousands upon thousands
Are buried in this arid field

They were once so powerful and captivating
Now only half-buried shards in the sand
Once boxes of priceless freedom
Now only dust that marks my footprints

There are none subtle in this grave
All are great, all are famous
All could have changed the world
Yet also, all are premature and unfulfilled

As I left that miserable place
I made a solemn vow
That I will do whatever it takes
To make sure that no more dreams
Must ever come to this place again

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Love Painting

Love at the first sight
Magic paintbrush sets to work
Painting lasts for good

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Rain

I love it when it rains on mornings
And everything gets to start slow
I don't have to rush so much
Or feel so stressed early
And everyone knows
And understands
To be slow
When it
Rains

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The Rare Blue Rose

So many to admire and pick
Even some so pretty and slick
I look and admire all of those
Still I search for the rare blue rose

I see many wonderful hues
Yet not one of them can I choose
I still search among all that grows
Still I search for the rare blue rose

The rarest among all of them
The most scarce and exquisite gem
When I might find it no one knows
Still I search for the rare blue rose

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Days of Old

How I still long for those days of old
When I was young and free

When my heart was sweet and pure as gold
How I still long for those days of old

Now days are tough and the fires are cold
Gloom has covered me
How I long for those days of old
When I was young and free