Amelia Murray Poems
|3.||What Night Brings||12/6/2013|
|9.||Your Words Are Lies||12/12/2013|
|11.||The Mixed Masquerade||1/15/2014|
|14.||Pieces Of Your Mirror||2/16/2014|
|16.||Where I Fit||2/23/2014|
|17.||Finding Your Own Identity||3/3/2014|
|18.||Only Route She Can'T Follow You In||3/3/2014|
|19.||How Love Is Rejected||3/2/2014|
|21.||When Tears Are Your Words||12/6/2013|
|24.||R.I.P Little Bow-Peep||2/25/2014|
R.I.P Little Bow-Peep
I felt like writing a poem about life
but then something else caught my eye
little Bow-Peep going far far astray.
No calls of help or sorrow are heard.
For little bow-peep had wandered away.
Now it comes to pass that a big ugly lizard,
found little Bow-Peep walking alone.
He stopped by the corner and gave her a grin,
not of affection but more of a win.
She popped up her head and gave a slight nod.
This is what happens on the streets after dark
The lizard perused little bow-peep
up the large hills and through the low rivers.
Past the big ...
It has been eons since we've met.
We have each grown a little older and wiser.
We have traveled through various hearts and many losses,
but we still yearn for a gentle peck.
The distance between us is like a mighty lake
and as thin as a weeping willows leaf.
Mountains separate us in the middle,
but we refuse to let our thoughts break.