Susha Strauss Poems

walking on the lake
blue water shimmering
waves coming in
licking the grains of sand away
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You call me a rose, for I stand tall and proud
My petals nurtured and beautiful
And I am happy for who I am
But the seeds of generations past
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Who would have thought
that the one you tried to mend
mended you
who would have thought
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long thin tall trees, spread out before me
soggy moss covering everything
branches and twigs snapping with every step
sweat breads come running down my face as I run
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They consider me worthless
Would sell me to a master
For free
Just to get
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You put on your helmet
Masking your fear
As you stare down the enemy
Across the battlefield
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I’m taking a break
Of loving again
I’m sad to say
You’re the first I really loved
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I am...
a bruised apple so bruised no one wants me
I am...
pathetic
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I am creative and wonderful
I wonder why clouds are white?
I hear my best friends laughing
I see my grandpa
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I walk down the halls and
Enter the room where you all
Wait smiling at me
So, as you accept me smile back
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