Jane Meyer
Jane Meyer Poems
I was always thought of as happy,
I guess that’s why they didn’t think I’d do it,
But I knew my mom was lying,
I knew her arguments weren’t legit.
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Hope is the thing,
with, what’re they called?
Feathers?
That perches in your…
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It’s the last day of school!
Oh wow!
Oh wow!
But today is special,
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It started as a trick,
To make her see things that weren’t there.
I thought it’d give my life a kick,
A mad kind of entertainment.
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I loved a game once,
Addicted to it, that I was,
Before I saw its pointlessness,
After my eyes saw only fuzz.
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So much of my poetry,
is staring at a blank page,
‘til inspiration comes,
and fills the page with words.
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I smell the fumes,
Burning up my nose,
As I sit in this porcelain tub,
Imagining smoky plumes.
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I am a prisoner,
But not behind the bars,
For I am on the other side.
Though, I’m still not free,
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<font color=darkviolet>So much depends on pain,
For pain is a warning,
It lets us know when we get too close,
To that flame that’s bright and burning.
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I shouldn’t have opened the box.
I know that it was wrong,
but you shouldn’t have given me the key,
should have known my curiosity is strong.
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This is a Mother's Day poem for my dad (for obvious reasons.)
You are always there for me
You answer when I call
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If only I could have everything,
everything I’ve ever wanted,
everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
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There’s a Myers family tradition,
Passed on from generation to generation.
It may seem fairly small,
But it means a lot to Myers all.
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Optimism
I hate that dreaded word.
What’s the point in saying it,
if it’s never truly heard?
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<font color=darkviolet>Don’t mistake me for a brat,
For I’m certainly not that.
But I do like people to pay attention,
When I have something I’d like to mention.
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There’s something in my closet,
that you wouldn’t find in most.
In it is a sleek black rope,
that’s hanging from a post.
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Is it really so bad,
that I let it out,
in a few well chosen words,
rather than an angry shout?
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I hate bug bites!
They’re the most annoying things.
For their size and all.
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The first time was an accident,
the shock came as a surprise.
I thought the batteries were dead,
which wasn’t very wise,
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I’ve never talked about this love before,
But I will not avoid it anymore.
You see, there’s this guy…
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Jane Meyer Biography
(Recommendations below!) I'm sorry. I had to change my name. But I'm still the same person! And I'll change it back after a couple of things blow over. So sorry about any confusion! Recommendations *15 Minutes I’m! Not! Go-ing! To! (Song) If I Were to Tell Him, This is How I’d do it *Ignored My Life, or What’s Left of It My Love (school assignment 8th) The Only Thing My Mom Said That Went In (Quote) *These Green Hills (school assignment 8th) As Women My Real Name’s as Good as a Pen Name Our. First. Kiss. (Song) And then anything on the last page. The best stuff is always on the last page. I wouldn’t recommend the 7th seventh grade school assignments except for the two clerihews, “Fat Dog” and “Worm Trouble”. And I know if I’m telling you not to read them, why put them up? Well, I don’t know if I have any devoted readers, or if I do how devoted you are, but those poems are so anyone can see how far I’ve come. Most of my seventh grade poems suck and they’re the reason that I hated poetry, but I’ve changed and it’s there for anyone who wants to see it. New Poems Worth Reading *Eternal Peace I have lots of other poems that I didn’t recommend, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t worth reading. The ones listed are just a few favorites and the ones with the * are my all-time favorite.)
The Best Poem Of Jane Meyer
Font Color=darkvioletmy Life, Or What's Left Of It
I was always thought of as happy,
I guess that’s why they didn’t think I’d do it,
But I knew my mom was lying,
I knew her arguments weren’t legit.
I’m back at her house,
After a week with my dad.
Things here have changed, again,
But I didn’t think it could ever get this bad.
Now let me explain something,
It’ll just take a moment.
I wear colorful clothes,
I’m a straight “A” student.
I love my dad,
More than he’ll ever know,
And I hate my mom,
Because she acted like a hoe.
So as you can imagine,
When I’m shipped over here,
And kept away from him,
It causes a pain that’s oh so severe.
Well, I’m back,
In this house of hell,
And the b*tch has nothing,
But new rules to tell.
I can’t call my dad.
I can’t even go upstairs.
She’s ruining my life,
My only protest, silent “unfair”s.
I go up to my room,
Once I’m finally allowed,
And I let out my tears,
Everything suppressed by my mental shroud.
The pain’s too much to bear.
An escaped sob gives me a shock.
I pick up my scissors and a stone,
I sharpen the blade upon the rock.
I find a roll of tape,
And place a piece across my mouth,
For I don’t wish to wake my sis.
Should a scream ever come out.
I take the makeshift blade,
And lay it across my wrist.
I know it could all be over,
With just one little twist.
I know I shouldn’t do it,
Thoughts of “don’t” rush through my head.
But the pain’s too much to bear.
It’d all be gone if I were dead.
I sit there, thinking.
Looking at my hand that holds the knife.
The subject in question,
Is the one to end my life.
I look up to the ceiling,
I know that if I do it, I can’t go back.
I slash down with the blade,
Overwhelming pain; my vision going black.
I wake in the early hours of the dawn,
And I find my wrist is throbbing,
But I realize I’m still alive,
And I once again start sobbing.
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