Biography of Amelia Patterson
Amelia Patterson Poems
My Dear Friend
Feelings of love and care flow through My entire body as I sit here. Your touch is comforting, and Your words are healing.
My Prince Of The Universe
My prince, you make me feel like a millionaire. I enjoy when you serenade, And gently play on my heartstrings.
Release, Then Accept
Release... The fear that harasses dreams. Release... The anxiety that eclipses the heart.
Finding a four-leaf clover, Like winning a mini-jackpot. The luck is in locating it, And treating it like gold.
Watcher Of Me
Contemplation consumes me. I sit here, In my bathroom, In the only place
Ponytail girl, twirl your hair So that all may know Your shiny flair.
I want to hide my eyes so that my soul remains unseen. I can't be certain that my dark side will stay silent forever. Somehow you understand me without even trying. And so I fall victim to your spell.
Waiting to be used for whatever purpose it may serve. It sits there quietly
Waiting anxiously for the time to sleep. Not being for sure when the time will come. Sitting lazily, counting the white sheep. Waiting, waiting, feeling just so dang dumb.
She searched for him the world over. He was in her dreams, but when she tried to see his face,
To the classroom I go Down various halls and Up flights of stairs As I run through my head
I Need You
It's Necessary Each &
Embedded In The Precious Jewel Of Time
This dance I dance shall last forever So long as we are together Feet are flowing, Step One, Step Two Courtesies are shown as others bid Adieu
A mighty hill rises high above the ocean below, as crisp waves crash against
Waiting to be used
for whatever purpose
it may serve.
It sits there quietly
as I brainstorm.
A pencil never objects to
my being up at 3: 00 A.M.
Your work ethic excedes