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Serena Silenced Poems
A Lonely Bird
One September day I blessedly observed; The most eloquent song needing not one word. A melody so sorrowfully sang; It caused my heart to swell with an acute pang.
He Cuts Me Like a Knife
He cuts me like a knife I feel the wound is deep If I live thru this night What shall I reap?
Shamed Cut inside and left in disgrace Shunned Carefully avoiding my face
Soul On Fire
She loved him with a fierce desire Caught up in flames He set her soul on fire She brought shame to her family
The bell is about to ring and announce that it's recess. The teacher highlights the little things she needs to address. As the school bell rings, the ground seems to tremble and quake. Every eye in the woods is wide awake.
What It's Like To Be Me
You don’t know what it is like to be me. To hear them laugh out loud as others make fun of me. To see them stare as I walk by. To hold it all inside and try not to cry.
Written In Water
His promises are written in water - meaning he never keeps his word. What else about this man have you observed? He is smooth, I would call him a modern day Shakespeare.
Men Must Be Poetic
Men must be poetic. They are full of mixed feelings, they are pathetic. Some of them have children, and then they just walk away. Never knowing if they are really okay.
The Father Awaits
Last night I dreamt I went back into your arms again. You beckoned me like a long lost friend. We drifted away with nary a sound. Family that had once been gone were now all around.
The Tragedy of Anne Boleyn
Let me tell you a short story about the tragedy of a queen named Anne. She once had a king in the palm of her hand. She was a plain looking girl trained in the French queen's court. She adapted to their style and wit to which she did import. She was presented as Catherine of Aragon's maid of honor. When she was introduced to the king his heart was a goner. He was attracted beyond the reason of common sense; caught under the spell of her effervescence.
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The Sound of Silence
I gave you time, but I still wait. Time is a silence I cannot escape. I'm waiting for you to walk through the door. For everything to be as it was before.
No Beauty Sleep
Up late tonight, it’s just Jake and me I gave him a bottle, then his passy I pat his back, and he burps for me I am so thankful that he isn’t gassy
The Mirror Within
I stand on the outside looking in. I am not comforted by what I see. Someone is in there hiding. She is not what she appears to be.
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A Lonely Bird
One September day I blessedly observed;
The most eloquent song needing not one word.
A melody so sorrowfully sang;
It caused my heart to swell with an acute pang.
From my window I was remarkably impressed-
By one little blue feathered bird crooning from a nest.
Lovers seldom have a way of making themselves heard.
But no song is ever sung like that of a lonely bird.