My Variety of Poetry

The name represents strength, caring, and power to scare people with a glare. It is the color of love, sound of yelling because she loves me, and the smell of orneriness when I won't get up on a Saturday morning. It is a beautiful red rose bush that is soft once you get past the thorns. Her name is Sandy Ann Meyer. And it means she understands she needs to be strong for her kids.

I love you, Mama.

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When I feel upset or down, Music is always on my side. Sometimes all I really have to do is look around, and I don't have to run and hide. Music can be man-made, It can change the way you see things. The feeling it gives you will never fade, Even when it's so loud that your head rings. Music is my bright, warm sun, It makes me feel like I can fly. We use it with our friends to just have fun, But sometimes I just listen to the lyrics and sigh. Music is there when you need it, So therefore, you can't throw a fit.

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Hear thunder rumble.

Watch the rain fall to the ground.

Lightening shines bright.

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I gaze at the moon,

As she stares right back at me.

Light shines on the lake,

The water reflects my face.

The night is peaceful and calm.

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The moon is a bright midnight sun.

You look up at her and she smiles back.

(In a concrete poem it is suppose to take place in the shape of your subject.)

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When the moon is high in the night sky,

She looks upon things that make you cry.

She sees us all the same,

Even if you're insane.

She hears the night time sounds and sighs.

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Here lies my friend Matt.

I thought he was a rat.

So I hit him with a bat.

And that was that.

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I wait for just the right time,

To illuminate their life.

The switch is touched,

I reach every corner of the room.

I watch my favorite little buddy,

Crawling on the floor.

As he pokes his little head,

In through the door.

He pauses in his search,

For his perfect little toy.

The one he'll love forever,

The one that gives him such joy.

Soon he'll find it,

I'll no longer be in use.

And my good friend the darkness,

Will greet me once again.