Jeff Bresee

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

Jeff Bresee Poems

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

Poem - What Do You Want From Me

A song, a rhyme…
Just to spend a little time
I always wonder
What you want from me

Perhaps an act
To show I care
A word, a touch
A longing stare

Oh what I’d give
To know what it could be

Should I sing til I can’t sing no more
Come crawling back up to your door
To bring you gifts
Whatever I can buy

By chance you
Simply need to hear
I love you whispered
In your ear…

Were it that easy
Surely I would try

But by judging what I know of you
A simple fix will never do
No, something
More complex is called ...

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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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