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Best Poems Written by Susan Willmore

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The Boat

There's a boat that is all mine 
That waits for me under a tall pine 
Not much to look at not much to see 
When it's just the two of us I feel so free 
Over the water all through the waves 
Ripples of peace for me it saves
Away I go off to ponder 
The open lake is mine alone I wander 
Listen as the waves hit the bow 
I seize the day here and now 
Away from it all and everyone 
I feel so alive, oh what fun
A storm looming time to head in
Time for my boat to wait again

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The Simple Things

The smell of fresh cut grass
Reflections of childhood 
Oh how the time does pass 
It's the simple things in life that mean the most 
Blue skies, corn fields, a freight train heading to the coast 
A free car wash from a surprise summer storm 
Watching a short story or poem take form 
It's the simple things  in life that bring us bliss 
A cracking fire, lightning bugs, a salty kiss
The simple things are there right before your eyes 
Just take a moment to look around and you'll realize 
That it's the simple things in life that make us smile 
All to remind us that the journey is worthwhile

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I'M Just a Simple Poet

I'm just a simple poet 
I don't write for fame and fortune 
I don't have anything to sell 
It's just that I have so many stories 
So many things I'd like to tell 
A poem that makes you laugh, cry, think or remember 
I search my brain, like a fires dying ember
I let my fingers do the walking 
on a dusty keyboard 
Sometimes I pray to god, please help, oh lord
So many ideas, but the best may never come
A masterpiece to a few, perhaps junk to some
I'm just a simple poet 
I hope you like what I have to say 
Time for another poem, today's a new day!

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Fallen Leaves

The leaves on the trees turning from yellow to brown 

     With a stiff wind soon on the ground 

     Rustling, rustling 

      A pile of leaves so neatly collected 

      Beckoning me so they're not neglected 

       Rustling, rustling 

       I jump I jump so gleefully 

      In a daze of joy so peacefully 

      To which I must admit this practice I adore 

      Now the leaves askew and beckoning no more 

      Until next year my beautiful foes 

       Rustling, rustling as the wind blows

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Passages

I once loved a lad of twenty 

We’d climb the hills with tall blades of grass so plenty 

Through wispy fields we would run so fast

The golden splendor of our youth 

With no end, no last


I once loved a fellow of forty and five 

We’d walk the shores hand in hand 

Feeling content and so alive 

Through sun kissed days and starry nights 

So much ahead with no known sorrow in sight 



I once loved a man of eighty and four 

We’d sit and talk and laugh and talk some more 

The twilight of life intrepid we go with no delusions 

Reflection brings such peace if not only a conclusion 


Alone I sit thinking of days of yore

Alas I have loved and love no more