Luke Bushen Poems

An ode to s’mores
I love them more
Every single day
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I am writing this here poem
Just to say Thank You.
Thanks so much for everything,
For all you brought me through.
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If I never see tomorrow please
remember me today.
Please don't let the good things I've
accomplished fade away.
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His pale face peers down on me as I lie awake in bed.
It's ghostly hue resembles that of those who've been long dead.
I hear the haunting song he sings, a humming whispered low.
His grins and frown fill my wide eyes lit by his soft glow.
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Alas, my sled has forgotten me.
The slip of the slick sled, indeed,
Lasted but a moment. He'd
Said that his bottom needed some time.
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He brought me to an empty room, it’s area dimly lit.
Seemingly forgotten, nothing inhabited it.
But, mattered not the lonely state of that room, so bleak,
For now His glory filled it’s midst and He began to speak.
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I did not see it coming ‘til
It hit me in the face,
It crept up slowly without so much
As leaving any trace.
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The pool of water calmly waits beneath the darkened sky
Her glassy face sleeps peacefully to a silent lullaby
As black raindrops descend from their dark abode on high
Falling down like painful tears to the place where she now lies
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I am left lost, forgotten, and alone
Me and my possessions to rust away
Beneath my feet lies a pool of my tears
Reflecting no reflection except that of my own
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In a far away land sat a small snowy town,
It sat deep in a valley with mountains around.
From the distance you might think this town looked quite quaint,
Indeed, the picture would be a great one to paint.
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