Practicing Poetess Poems

I was not born
With my Mother's 'green thumb'
The apple fell far
From the tree, on that one!
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The lonely times,
When you're not here with me,
Are harder to endure
Now that I have you
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Why do they call Autumn, 'Fall'?
Is it because of the leaves, and all?
And what they do, after they turn
Before you rake them up to burn?
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Cross your fingers; Knock on wood
That Baba the Bad is gone for good.
We will not miss his selfish greed,
Taking over the New Poems Feed!
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A smile costs nothing to give,
But it can impart untold riches
To the recipient.
A simple smile can turn someone's day around.
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Sunlight streams into my window,
There's a smile upon my face
My first waking thoughts are of you,
How you hold a special place
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Once upon a time,
Poems used to rhyme.
They had rhythm, cadence, meter
And were pleasing to the reader.
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Those words just bubble up to the top
And they don't seem to want to stop,
Until you write them down on paper.
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Like a soft, warm breeze
The memory of you surfaces
Caressing my mind,
Like your fingers used to do
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