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Amelia Harrell Poem
I have an overwhelming fog surrounding me.
It envelops me, wraps me in a dark haze to the point where I can't see anything.
It lies to me, saying that THIS is what I need, THIS will make me lovable, THIS will make me feel better. The fog is an old, misleading friend. The first time I met the Fog was in grade 6. It was there for me, wrapping me in a warm blanket, and helped me for some time.
Then it hit.
My life has been filled with things to get rid of the Fog, my personality made of mist.
The Fog is an old, misleading friend of mine, and I meet up with them sometimes still.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2018
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The relative I never met
was left without a trace
of their favorite flowers
I found fake holly
to give to them, yet it was
the only gift I had
I showed them love
despite what little I had
that I couldn't before
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2017
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I met her in grade 7
She was a bowl of sunshine, with anxiety and hope mixed in.
A desert, where things thrive in situations that most can't.
She made me feel like the sun was something she built for me in her toolshed.
She was my Sun, and I was but a cactus.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2017
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Amelia Harrell Poem
I hate poetry.
Not because of the reasons you may think though.
I hate it because it makes me think
about myself
about the world
about the condition of everything.
All of the rhymes feel like a joke
I have no time to think about my life
and every time I do it makes me choke
my words stumbling.
But it never ends
A poem never stops
It's just the pen that does.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2018
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Walking the lone sidewalk with one streetlight.
The only sounds being my thoughts
And the noises of the void
The pale moonlight shines with light
That the street and I lack
The streetlight flickers
I flicker back
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September 27, 2017
Poetry/Free Verse/Choose a Topic - Hope
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The wind oh soft, within your flowing hair
My mouth agape at the sight of such light
Compaired to others, it is hardly fair
My light, can transform day from night
Your beauty shines strongly within you dear
The sun cannot hold more beauty than you
My ground, my sun, please do come close to hear
that you are beautiful outside, and inside too.
The body you have is lovely, even with flaws
Every scar, every scratch, and shameful blight,
Which all go by beauty, there are no laws
Your smile is loved by many, may it shine bright
Remember your beauty is not skin deep
This is for you, and may you forever keep
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It felt like a dream
the colors,
the lilac sky paired with the soft clouds and sky.
Stars and moons a-plenty dance the sun away.
Bark, as rough as claws, yet not a scratch on me as I climb
A snap
A thump
And a thud as I fell
My leg is broken
The now deep purple night taunting me, just as it did the sun
Clouds and stars and moons a-plenty fill my mind
Grass, as soft as fur
A buzz
A chirp
And a tree
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I fight the urge to cry, and the urge fights me
I took all the courage I had to tell her
She denies it, and throws it back at me.
The one thing I have hidden for so long,
I took all the courage I had to tell her
I watch it all fall apart
The one thing I have hidden for so long,
And she goes and breaks my heart.
I watch it fall apart
She denies it, and throws it back at me.
And she goes and breaks my heart.
I fight the urge to cry, and the urge fights me.
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As the clock strikes midnight, my sleep ignored
my mind weary, for the battle rages on:
the cavalry fighting stresses unknown
foot soldiers striking enemies, who are
to dastardly to describe in my prose
The battle unworn, my mind and eyes close.
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2020
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“Even though our time together soon ends, I have a question.
Consider, my Sun, why must we drift apart?
Love is why. Love is what makes us come together, and fall apart.
In the end, you have lives to brighten and I have tides to pull
Perhaps it is better this way, for us to be miles and miles away
Soon enough, Earth will destine us to meet again.”
Eluding me again, you smile and drift away.
~ 5/26/2020
Copyright © Amelia Harrell | Year Posted 2020
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