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Best Poems Written by Tricia Burns

Below are the all-time best Tricia Burns poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Geometrical Significance

Shaping my life.
Encircling strife.
Collective parellels.
Broken sea shells.
Fractioned good and evil.
Turnstile moments of repreival.
Octagons of cessation.
Stars of anticipation.
Wishes boomerang to my chest.
Rectangular mattress to rest.
Birth, life to death.
Triangular first and last breath.
Flesh filled casket, loss.
Redemption through the cross

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Mental Residency

Scouring cerebral rooms.
Lost in the hallways of feeling.
Locked in emotional tombs.
Each key now revealing..
A door behind a door.
A mansion in my mind.
Apathetic drive carpeted floor.
Blue prints undefined.
Eclectic paintings hang.
Crooked on walls of peeling plaster.
Then my door bell rang.
Welcome to my mental disaster.

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A Picture Is Worth a Thousand Words.

Intermittance.
Pause.
Capturing a shot.
Your mind's eye is flawed.
Your camera's is not.
Say cheese.
BLow out your candle's a make a wish.
"I do".
"Welcome baby girl".
A little to the right.
Great! Now hold it.
Zoom in .
Zoom out.
Click .
CLick.
Fade to black.

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A Day In the Life

As a new day breaks
and the robin wakes
my eyes are hazy
my mind is lazy
I ponder the point.
Again.
Again.
Stretching and yawning.
Hemming and hawing.
I ponder the point.
To love?
To learn?
To give?
To take?
Again.
Again.
So mundane.
Is there more?
A secret door?
Grasping vaseline knobs.
Quiet sobs.
Again.
Again..

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My Intention

Fully releasing demons past.
Starting fresh and new.
In the river of omnipotence, I cast my line,
with hopes of finding you.
Honesty, justice, and truth
have all escaped me in my youth.
Still the clock ticks on.
Carefree days have gone.
On the riverside bed,  I wait.
Absorbing nature's scene.
Trance-like: an inanimate state.
Quiet. Patient and so serene.
Will the spirit of the water offer me redemption?
Will my past ingest all of my bait?
I ponder my deepest intention,
and leave it up to fate.