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Best Poems Written by Abbey Mcdonnell

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Strawberries

Eyes green,
sprinkled with freckles,
Soft strawberry hair, 
Belonging to a baby face

One that's so perfect, 
will always be a dream. 
When you wake up,
your eyes can no longer gleam. 

I once loved strawberries 
Their smell, their taste.
I soon loved him,
and his strawberry taste. 

His presence was calming 
An aura you couldn’t ignore.
And his heart bleeds with kindness,
Rotting his mind that’s so pure

I can no longer ignore his lips that now taste bittersweet,
Leaving lies to dance on my tongue in a hypnotizing beat
His touch now burns,
it’s comfort  now gone.

Somehow he still leaves strawberries,
That will forever linger on my tongue.

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Ravens Never Lie

I once met a raven.
She warned me about life. 
She told me words were clever
I wish I believed her insight.


She didn’t need to warn me. 
She couldn’t make me fear,
I simply wasn’t scared of the world that’s out there.
I was wrong to do so. 
I was wrong to ignore.
But the path I chose I just could not adore.
See we all have paths,
We all have choices.
Some things blind us from seeing the signs
The one’s that warn us to never be blind. 
I was given two paths.
One named A, the other B


I gazed upon both paths,
I don’t know how I fell in love with B.
I ignored the warnings of consequences,
No matter how many ravens visited my sleep. 
I ventured down the path
With hidden courage I did not know I possessed.


Path B had no ending,
No light at the end of the tunnel.
And ravens don’t tell lies

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A Boy

I saw a boy. Not just any ordinary boy. His skin was blue and his eyes were ice. He was covered in frost, from his head down to his toes. I remember asking myself if his heart is as cold. 
  I don't think he saw me. I'm invisible you see. Even I can no longer see me. 
  I observed this boy. His tall lanky frame. I observed this boy who I did not know his name. He was surrounded by snow. His foot prints were ice. The scenery around him became his own winter paradise. 
  His only companion was a dove just as white. The dove would sit on his shoulder and guard him over night. The dove could see me where the boy could not. Even if he saw me I would be his last thought. 
   See I fell in love with this boy made entirely of ice. I fell in love with a boy with white hair and eyes that glowed in the night. 
   But I could never be loved by this boy I called Ice. Because for I am a flame that will be his last light.

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Prince

Remember when fairytales existed? 
Where the world was simple and the sky was blue,
when the night had the answer to all your questions that started with “why”
The stars seem to think lies will make everything right.


When you grew your head was filled with stories of a princess saved by a prince,
you played out your fantasies made by innocence 
They were created to cover up the mistakes of the world 
Clouding our minds with tales filled with wonder that always seemed to end with happiness


Until one day reality pushed you from your cloud whose hands blinded you from the real world
You fell to earth with a thud,
 now pain who covers your hazel eyes
But that day you learned that people were more than just their unchosen name.


You found out angels were evil hid by a mask
Demons weren’t real nothing man could possess 
That princes were the biggest lie you were ever told
No man can truly be perfect if their mind is controlled by their desires of greed,
 if you were to touch their hearts your finger tips would tingle from it’s cold


I have never found a prince, 
one that was true
They used me for their sick fairytale
Destroying my heart piece by piece..
                    A.m.

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Snow White Feathers

My skin was cold,
From freshly fallen snow.
So  pure,
A sparkling white that made the  scenery glow.
Reminds me of a dove
One I’ve dreamt to know. 


Snow danced,
The wind whistled.
As I stood there in thought. 
I stood until my skin turned blue,
I stood until my teeth chattered.


But whenever I thought of her,
temperature ceased to matter.
I let out a breath,
One filled with forgotten words.
Words I could never say to the snow