Sandra Osborne Poems

So go ahead rate me
With ones, twos or threes
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This is a really bad poem, gonna get a “one”.
No, this is a really bad poem, a really, really, really
Bad poem. Hell I just threw up while writing it.
This is so bad. And I mean really, really, really bad.
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There are things
I will never understand.
The pain, the hate that
exists within my life.
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White ones, black ones,
Red ones too,
Brown ones, spotted ones,
One is Blue.
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I wish we weren’t at war, I wish
there wasn’t any hunger, I wish every
child was loved, I wish there was no pollution,
I wish we had peace, I wish God talked more,
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The flame crackles,
Spitting shinning sparks
And ashes and fire
Into the warming air.
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A mouse
is nothing but
a small
animal of the world.
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Looks like I'm stuck
with what’s called by some,
my own, poetic “voice”.
But I’d love to write
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Yes it’s hard
To be strong,
Everyday
All day long.
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Pain in my feet
With pincushion fingers.
Blurred double vision,
Exhaustion that lingers.
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