People write poetry for diverse reasons,
as in poems that describe the yearly seasons.
Poem's can show the love for our mother and father
and you can vent against the boyfriend of your daughter.
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Pain has taken all purpose from my life,
because of my being unable to help my family.
No one can count on me, including myself.
When pain came into my life,
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Now that I have finally located where you are,
it brings me a small measure of peace.
For years, the voice inside my head has been unceasing,
'You've lost your best friend, your soul mate, you fool! '
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Screams echoing
through memories filled with fear,
I tremble, as if cold,
whispering words,
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Just as in the temper tantrum of a two year old, flaring,
throwing herself to the floor, legs kicking,
fists pounding the floor in raging frustration,
so the inner me does identify,
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Headless chickens,
churning spinach,
muttering schemes,
what's going on? ?
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Outside,
amongst the freshly mowed grass
and hot sunshine,
curtains sway on the clothesline.
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No stranger am I to death,
he lives with me each day.
He tempts me
with a painless death
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For many years Janie had a friend named, Joker.
She saw him many times throughout the day,
but Joker could count on two scheduled times,
once in the morning, when the sun had not had time
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