Bailey Logan

Bailey Logan Poems

He loves me,
he loves me not

Like a fairy tale
...

Before you say another word
look me in the eye,
it's over between you and me
and don't bother saying goodbye.
...

Being the Devil's Advocate
is a tricky role to play,
a cast member to the side
the man wearing a crooked toupee'
...

Mr. Jones walked around
like he owned the whole entire town
to stare him in the eye-
even his foe would have to look down
...

Gravity
pull me down
sink me through
the hole in the ground
...

Blasted women!
How could you do this to me?
You told me you loved me
and that you'd love me forever
...

The light is brighter than the sun
Nothing I've seen before
I could never imagine
a place such as this
...

I can no longer stand it
the way you annoy us all
the way you make us cringe
I can no longer stand you
...

How close you were to me
I knew I had but a chance
I couldn't try to soon or late
First I needed a sign or maybe even a glance
...

10.

The drive is there,
but the reason is missing...

I can see
...

My dog died last tuesday-
the flowers grew over his grave
My heart broke yet again-
but somehow I'm still breathing
...

The road was slick.
The black ink on the road
left a crooked question mark
sprinkled with rocks.
...

Absolute Bologna!
Completely Discombobulated!
Eccentric fiddlesticks!
Gibberish!
...

From here to there we travel
completely trusting
of your skill behind the wheel
...

Have you heard? Have you Heard?
Of the story at hand?
It’s amazing, it’s absurd!
Newspapers are flying off their stand!
...

“Welcome, Welcome one and all!
To sunny 'ole Florida on this lovely day.
What comes next will make you faint and fall.
but there’s not a price that you must pay.”
...

17.

There's a land out there
I know it exists,
Oh it must
somewhere
...

18.

Do you hear it?
The call of the wild
I can hear it call
to me
...

19.

I can't quite put my finger
on what it is about him
he nothing special
but he is to me
...

20.

Trapped
Within myself
Bound
By my own chains
...

Bailey Logan Biography

I am fifteen years old and in the 11th grade. I started writing poems because I felt like it. No sudden inspirations or cosmic coincidences, just boring old ''Cuz.' Most of my poems are slightly based off of life experience, but it seems as though I tend to write about someone else's experiences more than my own; for lack of a better phrase, I just like to step into someone else's shoes for a while. My personal favorites of mine are 'Gravity, ' 'Mr. Jones, ' 'Ode to a Molten Chocolate Cake, ' 'Where I'm From' and 'The Ultimate Temper Tantrum, ' but that's just me.)

The Best Poem Of Bailey Logan

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

He loves me,
he loves me not

Like a fairy tale
a flower pedal
represents love,
but of course

He loves me,
he loves me not

There is no
I'm not sure's
or I like you, but's
just seven little words

He loves me,
He loves me not

There are no other girls
no jelousy or pain
no arguments, no humiliation
it all falls into

He loves me,
He loves me not

But what if...
it doesn't exist
if love is truly such a fairy tale
then explain this:

He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,
He loves me not
He loves me,

He loves me not

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