Angee Reynolds

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hey im angee,
im 16 and live in coffs harbour.

my poems aren't really that good but if you like them
please don't hesitate to leave a comment!

if you can think of any improvements i can make to my writing then any help is more then welcome, just leave a comment,

i have just started writing songs,
your song is the song that i have j ...

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Greenwolfe 1962 26 March 2010

The striking thing about your writing is that it conveys to the reader the powerful internal emotions you feel inside. Most writers struggle with this very thing. For you, it is natural and present in all your poems. This gives you an inherent gift for writing that others wish they had. The only thing you require to be a great poet, is time.

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Please Dad

As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach...
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, 'What the heck? '
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn't do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn't too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what's right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

But there the line of fate was drawn,
As though I blinked and you were gone.
I found myself facing the sun,
Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.
Eyes blinded by a void inside,
I could not live that you had died.
Alas finding it to be true,
I could do nothing without you.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can't get up although I try,
Please don't be upset if I cry.
Though I can't fight what I can't see,
Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.

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