Jeff Bresee

Rookie (10/29/1970 / Salt Lake City)

Jeff Bresee Poems

1. A Child Passed By 10/21/2008
2. A Prayer Unanswered 10/21/2008
3. Autumn 10/22/2008
4. Bedford 10/22/2008
5. By Their Fruits 10/22/2008
6. Can I Write You 10/22/2008
7. Covered 10/22/2008
8. Creation 10/22/2008
9. Dreams 10/22/2008
10. Feel Again 10/22/2008
11. Forever 10/22/2008
12. Happiness 10/22/2008
13. Heaven Help Me 10/22/2008
14. How Long 10/22/2008
15. I Dreamt Of You 10/22/2008
16. In Search Of 10/22/2008
17. In The End 10/22/2008
18. Our Tale 10/22/2008
19. Shall We 10/22/2008
20. Mother 10/22/2008
21. The Worst (Rewritten As A Song) 10/22/2008
22. The Act 10/22/2008
23. The Edge Your Skin 10/22/2008
24. The Final Note 10/22/2008
25. The Sign 10/22/2008
26. The Worst 10/22/2008
27. These Tears I Cry 10/22/2008
28. Three Things Commonly Done Bass-Ackwards 10/22/2008
29. Voices 10/22/2008
30. We Were Happy 10/22/2008
31. Who Is He 10/22/2008
32. Why 10/22/2008
33. Winter 10/22/2008
34. With Fire 10/22/2008
35. Unto What End 10/22/2008
36. Let Go 10/22/2008
37. Looking Back 10/22/2008
38. Mansions 10/22/2008
39. Miracles 10/22/2008
40. Wisdom 11/17/2008
Best Poem of Jeff Bresee

World History

One struggles neath the ever bearing hand of tyranny
One rises up in revolution, wanting to be free
One gives his life a soldier so the rest might live in peace
One celebrates in freedom as they cheer throughout streets
One starts his life from little but is free to make his way
One has more than his father at the closing of the day
One worked for very little yet expected everything
One sold his vote to get it without ever wondering
One sat in idle apathy as tyrants raised their hand
One wonders how it all went wrong and doesn’t understand

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A Better Way

It seems so very long ago, and yet like yesterday,
We stood as one and made our vows to love and to obey.

And with this oath we sealed our love until “at death we part”.
Thereafter, pondering…these few words served but to pierce my heart.

Then days rolled into weeks and months, and months rolled into years;
Without a compass, dreams now ash, and laughter quenched by tears.

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