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Nicole Baker Poems
Round and round it goes Spinning faster and faster and time goes by The ringmaster laughing at the little boys and girls screams of joy Their parents watching from the sidelines a
Holding on to someone worth keeping
Holding on to you're gentle hand keeps me awake, hearing you're breath lets me know that im not dreaming so late, hearing you're voice lifts my spirts up high, you're eyes see though me like a glass of water,
You're not my friend.
Your not my friend are you? The very person im facing with no feelings.
My Eye's Tell A Story.
Look towards my eyes. I forgot you can't. You can see what you did to me. To make my cry, to make me understand.
The sea is not just blue. It's array of greens, turquoises with a shimmer of gold when the sunlight hits the surface. The grass is not just green from each and individual blade. There can be little drops of rainbows from dew in the early morning. The sun is not just some flaming yellow ball in the sky. It has a mixture of gold, red and orange emblazed in its surface. Colours don't just come in the ordinary red, blue and yellow. They come in a palette of shades. Look closely at that red rose and you will notice that there is a hint on purple indented in the petals. Wake up and smell those brown and black coffee beans and look at the colours of the world in a different light.
Happiness Has Been Your Gift To Me
Happiness has been your gift to me All these years of melody and pain, Pleasure, hardship, wanton rhapsody, Pure delight and hard, wind-driven rain.
Fear is something in the corner of the room, Fear is when something was once good and now has turned, Fear is life, Fear is death, Fear is letting go of you're small childs hands,
A Child Is The Greatest Gift
A child is the greatest gift That our lives can bestow. It brings the most exquisite joy That we will ever know.
Im Not Dead Yet.........
You can what you wish, i've heard it all before, You can curse what you like iv'e seen this all once, You can trow as many rocks and broken bottles as you wish, It may hurt me but the pain isnt the hardest part.
I dont belive in hope anymore...
people say 'hope is everything! ' but its not, hope is away of grabbing someone and using it against them, Just like you did, i trusted you. I told you my dreams, my life story, my hopes.
I wish i could walk away I wish i could just listen and maybe stay, I wish i could get out of these things, I wish i could ask you to Forgive me evil ways,
Wisper Me my golden wedding ring.
Wisper to me. Tell me everything. Tell me why you placed a golden ring on my finger, is it love and lust? or is it hate and sadness u seek.'Why does your eyes weep my love? ' i said on a cold and clear winters night.'I cry because im happy to be in a place where its just you and me'.he replied, You touched my face with cold hands, i now remember nothing..... Of you or that night, as it took me away. In a box i layed with a single wisper in my memory locked the last thing you gave me was not want i expected from someone as important as you.A gold wedding ring you placed in my hand. ' Marry me please' you said in a voice i'll never forget.
Who is she? ......
for my sister Katyx
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Round and round it goes
Spinning faster and faster and time goes by
The ringmaster laughing at the little boys and girls screams of joy
Their parents watching from the sidelines a
As their precious cargo is taken on a tour they will never forget
Painted horses are their vehicles today
Taking them to a world of magic and wonder
Where dreams will never die and come true
If you just wish that little extra harder
Nothing seems impossible
And the future doesn't seem so bleak
And it feels like you will never grow old
Carousels are not just for ...