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Best Poems Written by Sandra Riley

Below are the all-time best Sandra Riley poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Just End It

Its JUST another bruise, another cut
JUST about time you kept your mouth shut
Only JUST walked in, through the front door
One minute standing, then JUST fell to the floor
Should have said where id JUST been
Kept a smiling face that JUST turned mean

Never started out to END like this
Two teenagers END the night with a kiss
She was sixteen, and at schooldays END
The END of childhood married her best friend
Love seems forever no END in sight
Wedding night passion  ENDs in a fight

IT all continued, and just got worse
Her happy ever after, IT often hurt
Strange situations left IT often sad
He turned IT around and his fists got mad
Tonight he went at IT hard
Said my cheating had found ITs reward

So the last thing I say is IT JUST had to END
And it did tonight with Ambulance men
No pulse, no breath, no life in me.
At last my wish, just to be free

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The Crime

Was the murderers jacket bloodstained ?
Was he caught at the scene and detained ?
There’s a story here to be told
The truth and evidence retained.
The Police are on the threshold

Interrogate him with his Legal
The evidence is quiet dismal
He’s talking but its redirection
His motive appears to be fiscal
But he’s claiming its one of affection

It’s all sounding really quiet frivolous
For the detective it’s all very piteous
Failing is not the planned conception
The case is slipping, it’s against us
What we need now is confession

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Gran

Gran
I’m at me Gram’s for tea tonight
She’ll have the fire stoked up nice
Run me a bath and make me tea
She likes to fuss and look after me
I walk through the door an I’m unwrapped
Scarf, Hat, Gloves hands round face clasped
She smells of Lavender and Mint Humbugs
Through layers of wool come wonderful hugs
I’m ushered into her parlour, and sat in the chair
She puts more wood on the fire, and red cheeks flare
We talk about my day, and Dad in the Navy
Dinners ready, Pie, Mash, Peas and Gravy
The doorbell rings and Mums home from work
I collect all my bags and give Gran a smirk
“Go on with you” she says, and gets sweets from the tin
Mum opens the car door and I clamber in
I love my Gran, and she loves me
Can’t wait to go next week for tea

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The Match

Match day is here, scarf around your wrist
Dad takes his lad the games never missed
Sea of red winds its way down the lane
Singing the songs that announce the game
The turnstiles click as they hurry inside
Narrow passages opening out wide
The green of the pitch is sharp on the eyes
Hot Chocolate in hand and the promise of pies
The team emerge from the tunnel to cheers
Hands waving scarves and pints of beer
The whistle blows and the match begins
Each supporter hopes it’s their team that wins
A flying tackle, a quick taken free kick
The headers won, home fans feel sick
More running and shouting from the team in Red
90 minutes are up and they are still ahead
The ref calls the game, and red fans cheer
The blues are disheartened, it was near.
1 – 0 to us, we are top of the league
Billy is smiling his dad is relieved

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Bridge

Stretching, snaking, sliding into the fog

A bridge makes its way across the divide

Stepping, striding, stamping like a clockwork cog

The man, cloaked in shadows tries hard to hide.

 

Solitary, standing, soliloquy to the journey started

Hands thrust in pockets head bent towards the wind

Staring, silence, structured defiantly sat

The river starts its life, magnanimously parted

Sarcastically, sassy, singular, the bridge road runs flat

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Dog

The dog sat lonely in the dark

Its been here all day, sitting in the park

He came with a man in a large overcoat

Who sat on the bench and studied the tote

The man tied him tight to the bench leg

Then stood and left, that was nearly 10

Its dark now and the man isn't back

The dog is quiet scared of a pending attack

The dawn breaks for him over the hill

A young boy with his Dad called Joe and Bill

They saw the poor dog,tied up and lost

The boy asked the Dad why it was covered in frost

Dad takes off his coat and wraps him up tight

He's warm now and happy, no longer in fright

The bright lights of the surgery cause him to blink

He hears the vet say 'Oh what a stink'

The checks are over and he's found a new home

New bowl, new lead and a juicy bone

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Good Times

Dads kick balls with sons in parks
Dogs running loose with excited barks
Crisp cold mornings freeze the breath in your mouth
The wind claims its victims, blowing cold from the South
 
Mums roast dinner, homemade gravy, on the hob.
Dad working on the docks, in a low paid job
Went out and bought the joint, with his bonus pay
It’s a mans job he says, can’t wait ‘til Friday
 
Warm wet beer in the pub after work
Women at home, in pinnies doing housework
Moaning men, in a cigarette cloud
Dusting, polishing, sweeping, just like their Mums #houseproud
 
Teenagers lounging on corners, in local scenes
Boys being brave, menacing, flattering talk wins Queens
Talking loudly, and flirting with each other
Girls batting lashes, with lipstick, looking like their Mothers
 
Times are changing, world moves on,
Looking back, at where the good times have gone

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The Boy and the Rainbow

Hello Mr Rainbow, today
You’re so pretty up high
But why is it you only play
When rain is in the sky

I’ve got my best umbrella
The one that keeps me dry
You see I am a little fella
So cannot reach the sky

I’m waiting for the rain to go
So I can find your end
So wait there Mr Rainbow
I will be your friend

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Clickety Clack

Trains pass routinely, clickety clack on the railroad track
The rhythm is soothing, and familiar, and offers sleep
If you think about it, the people, their stories
You could imagine a world more exciting than real
A man with a rucksack, is he hiking or running
Does his hat offer warmth or camouflage
Long is his journey ?  Or just the next stop
The lady with a suitcase, is travelling or working
Take a look at her shoes, heels worn down money poor
As the platform clears and he is sat all alone
He buys a ticket destination unknown
Creating a story now all of his own
His heart beats faster as the train pulls from the station
No way back, clickety clack,he’s running, he’s leaving
As the miles become many his fear retreats it’s too late for a change of mind

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Situations

Flowers festoon the streets of pain
The media is saying here comes political gain
There are ‘situations’ and ‘incidents’ so they say
They wheel out a spokesman who ever is flavour of the day
Try to deliver bad news with a celebrity sparkle
Doesn’t help the ‘situation’ from becoming a debacle
Promises are made in the debris of life
Cuts very deep like a social knife
‘Heard it before’ shouts a voice from the crowd
Another joins in social justice got loud