Lore Me34

Veteran Poet - 1,499 Points (March 10,1967 / Chicago, IL. USA)

Lore Me34 Poems

1. Julie's Unconnected 1/20/2006
2. Last Night 3/3/2006
3. One More Thing To Say 3/13/2006
4. Don'T Desever 9/6/2006
5. The Scent 10/8/2006
6. What Is This..... 2/25/2006
7. In Your Eyes 2/26/2006
8. Big Girls Cry 2/28/2006
9. Before I Close My Eyes 2/28/2006
10. Every Flower Ain'T Got To Be A Rose 1/25/2006
11. Wednesday 1/25/2006
12. Ask About Me 1/25/2006
13. Zebra Child 1/27/2006
14. Breaking My Back 1/29/2006
15. On The Phone 2/12/2006
16. On Their Feet 2/20/2006
17. Good Old Days 1/30/2006
18. Shadow 2/2/2006
19. Half 2/2/2006
20. Beyond Heaven 1/21/2006
21. Am I So Different 1/21/2006
22. Speck Like Me 1/21/2006
23. I Talk With My Hands 1/21/2006
24. Til' The Last Drop 1/21/2006
25. Handicap Access 1/21/2006
26. Face Of God 1/21/2006
27. Shut My Mouth 1/21/2006
28. In This Moment 1/21/2006
29. More Than Words 3/16/2006
30. You Are 3/17/2006
31. Scares 4/13/2006
32. A Conversation 4/17/2006
33. Thanks Mom 5/5/2006
34. I Surrender 4/10/2006
35. Silent 6/3/2006
36. Above Ground 6/28/2006
37. After 7/8/2006
38. Why Do You Hate Me 7/11/2006
39. My Twenty Lines 8/10/2006
40. One Long Day 8/22/2006

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  • John Tansey (11/8/2013 5:13:00 PM)

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    I like this....you introduced the serious theme nicely...

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Best Poem of Lore Me34

Beautiful Me

They look at my dark complexion and they laugh.
But that don’t bother me.
For I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.

I love my wide nose,
and thick lips.
I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.

Now, my hips are wide,
and I got a lot of junk in my trunk.
But I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.

My hair may be coarse,
And my breast are not enhance.
But I’m still beautiful.
Beautiful me.

So they may point, and laugh if they want too.
They may even call me names because of my
dark skin. I won’t cry because beauty is in
the eye of the beholder. And ...

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When Will I Be Loved

I’m in my late thirties now and in all these years I have never felt loved.
Which has me now asking the question when will I be loved?
Will I be loved before all my hair turns completely grey?
Will I be loved before the sun sets this very day?
When will I be loved?
Will I be loved while I can still remember what love means?
Will I be loved tonight while I dream?
When will I be loved?
At times love has seemed close enough that I could reach out and grab it, but as I reached I reali

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