Michael Peterson Poems

Words can be said, they can be written
They can be funny or sad or informed
Words are sought after by everyone
Papers, scripts, books, letters or texts
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Sunny Days, Grandma would say
Makes the birds sing, songs it brings
Melodies of happier times, just for a dime
Dancing and dressing fancy
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A silhouette walking near, the figure so dear
Shapely formed, a sunny halo adorn
Elegant walk, a very soft talk
Beautiful dress, so perfectly fit
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What's wrong with me?
Why do I lay here?
Grasping for air, no one cares
Trapped in this bed
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Things go thru my mind
I cannot control them
Dreams, voices from deep inside
Good and bad, they just come
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Seen you walking down the street
Rays of sunshine surrounding your figure
Making you look like a angel
Your walk so elegant and swift
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Is there a time in life where games aren't played?
Hearts and lives, not broken
Many get hurt, some never recover
Pushed to loneliness, damaged
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Loud voices, heated debates
Started out small, escalated
Many topics, never ends
Stupid remarks, lots of barks
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Crowded streets, people everywhere
Shops lining both sides of the street
A little of everything, local and overseas
Dress, shoes, bikes, clothing, a store for everyone
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Ever wonder, just a ponder
What life would be like
If we were told we had little to live
Tears and fears, mind blowing
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