Poems With Repetition - Page 2

Because She Was My Best Friend
- By Insha Jesani
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2015 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this poem for a class assessment, and when I showed it to my parents, they were really impressed. It's a poem of my own experiences, and everyone motivated me to publish it. So I thought I could just give it a try...

Poem Remembering A Friendship

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Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
We'd often fight, then sort it out,
And at each other, we would never shout.

Together we would laugh, together we would cry,
With each other, we'd never be shy.
We'd often fight, then sort it out,
And at each other, we would never shout.
It's because she was my best friend...

When I was with her, I was very crazy.
I would always dance like a silly daisy.
I didn't care what they thought of us,
Since all they could possibly do was fuss.
It's because she was my best friend...

I'd turn to her when my spirit needed a lift.
We would treasure our friendship; it was a gift.
She'd lift me up when I felt down,
And put a smile on my face when I wore a frown.
It's because she was my best friend...

I saw her today with someone else.
It had been many years, so I was past tense.
She ignored me, and I wanted to cry.
If only she could just say goodbye...
It's because she was my best friend,
And I never thought it would come to an end...
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One Art
- By Elizabeth Bishop
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Possibly her most famous poem, Elizabeth Bishop's,"One Art" is a villanelle, a 6 stanza poem that consists of five tercets (3 line stanzas), and one concluding quatrain (4 line stanza). For more about this challenging poetry form see How To Write a Villanelle.
This poem is about loss and starts off light with a touch of humor, but loss is certainly not a humorous topic and as the stanzas go on the losses mount. Losing our most precious possessions, our friends and loved ones is a most difficult burden. Bishop lost both her parents as a child. Her father died when she was an infant and her mother was committed to an Insane Asylum when she was five. She never saw her mother again and grew up in the homes of various relatives.

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The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

—Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident
the art of losing’s not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
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Clear Vision
- By Anne M. Snell
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
My poem is about how I see myself. I see myself as broken, unlovable, and too far gone. But that's not who I really am. This poem is written from the perspective of someone who knows all of my issues. Who know all that I've done but doesn't care. He still loves me anyway. This is how I want to see myself. If you're out there and are hurting today, please know there is someone who loves you. Your story's far from over. You are beautiful, no matter what you've done.

Poem About How To Love Yourself

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She longs to be pretty,
Because all she sees are her flaws.
She doesn't see that those "flaws"
Are really her perfection.

She longs to be pretty,
Because all she sees are her flaws.
She doesn't see that those "flaws"
Are really her perfection.

She longs to be free
From all the chains she's bound herself in.
She doesn't see that those chains
Fell off months ago.

She longs to be someone else
Who hasn't seen all she has.
She doesn't see that those miles
On her soul just make her more beautiful.

She longs to be loved,
But doesn't think she can be.
She doesn't see that no one
Could ever love her more than I do.

She longs to be whole again,
But doesn't know if she ever will be.
She doesn't see that her brokenness
Makes her even more amazing.

She longs to be wanted,
But she thinks she's a pest.
She doesn't see that when she's not with me,
I ache and long for her.

I long to tell her these things,
But I know I can't.
I can't give her the one gift
That she needs the most.

I long to show her all that she is,
But I know she won't believe me.
I can't show her because
It's not mine to show.

I long to give her the one thing
That I can't.
I can't give it to her because
She has to discover these things for herself.

I long for the day that she sees what I see.
I can't wait for the day
She receives clear vision.
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I Am Close
- By Kevin T. Pearson
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
This poem is about losing someone close and if they could give you the courage to go on in life. There is still much life to live, and they will always be close to you if you look for them.

Living Life After The Death Of A Loved One

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In your thoughts
we will touch.
In your dreams
we will meet.

In your thoughts
we will touch.
In your dreams
we will meet.
Now our hearts
beat as one.
I am your shadow.
I'll always be close.

Hear my voice
in the wind.
See our dance
in a song.
Feel my warmth
in the sun.
Remember, my love,
I'll always be close.

Do not weep
for my loss.
Time will pass...
Pain will fade...
You will laugh,
and I'll smile.
Live your life, my love.
I'll always be close.
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Cool It Down
- By Abimbola T. Alabi
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
Our egos can get the best of us sometimes as human beings. But humility is wisdom, and I constantly ask God for this grace. We all should.

Living With Humility

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You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;

You're not so important
That you can't be replaced.
If you leave today,
Someone will fill your space;
Cool it down.

You're not that mighty
That you cannot fall.
Sometimes what will make you trip
Is something really small;
Cool it down.

You're not that wise
To justly give into pride.
You can learn useful lessons,
Sometimes from a little child;
Cool it down.

You're not that excellent
By earning other's applause.
Same folks that shout your praise
Can still point out your flaws;
Cool it down.

Don't get so confident
To presume you're the only one.
Should you die today,
Life will simply go on;
Cool it down.
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I Am Just A Girl Who Misses Her Sister
- By Lilly Vsqz
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2014 with permission of the Author.
My sister passed a way 11 years ago to cancer, and even though I miss her so much, I know someday I will see her again. Yes, I do cry for her sometimes...but I also celebrate and laugh more often for when she was alive. She was so funny!!!
R.I.P Erika Y. Sarabia 09/11/1980-03/26/2002

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I am just a girl who misses her sister.
I wonder if she's missing me too.
I hear the wind when everything else is silent.
I see the horizon when I stare straight ahead.

I am just a girl who misses her sister.
I wonder if she's missing me too.
I hear the wind when everything else is silent.
I see the horizon when I stare straight ahead.
I want to see you and be with you so bad.
...I am just a girl who misses her sister.

I pretend I'm skydiving.
I feel the air come out of my body but fresh air comes right back in.
I touch the ground when I come down.
I worry that you are never coming back down from the sky.
I cry to Heaven when I don't see you.
I am just a girl who misses her sister.

I understand that this is how it's supposed to be.
I say it is what it is...
I dream that someday I will see you again.
I try to live my life and talk about you like you're still here.
I hope and pray your waiting for me up there.
I am just a girl who misses her sister...just a girl who misses her sister!
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Unheard Voice
- By Littin Thomas Modoor
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
Abortion! There are people who do not care about this topic. For a moment of fun between a boy and girl often ends in the serious topic of abortion. Mostly, the innocent child in the mother's womb becomes the victim or prey. I hope this poem will change many mothers' and fathers' minds so that the innocent, unheard voice will get a chance to live. Please don't give your child the name of abortion!

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Nine months are slowly getting close.
I am surrounded by the blanket of yours;
Slowly I am growing in your womb,
Please don't send me to the tomb;

Nine months are slowly getting close.
I am surrounded by the blanket of yours;
Slowly I am growing in your womb,
Please don't send me to the tomb;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?

Aren't you happy? You can see me soon.
I am excited to see the world of sun and moon;
In your womb, I am counting days,
To show you, mother, my little gaze;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?

Mother, I am excited for my first toy,
I promise I will become your joy;
Please don't feel me as a burden,
Whatever you decide cannot be undone;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?

I know you are waiting to see me play,
More than you I am excited to see that day;
Oh mother, won't you start my life story,
Please don't make my life a history;
Oh mother, can't you hear my voice?
Don't you have another choice?

I am excited to play in your lap,
With my deeds, I will make you clap;
Oh mother, give me a chance to live,
Even if you don't, I will forgive;
Oh mother, my life is now a question,
Please don't give it name of abortion.
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A Few More Steps
- By Kayla White
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.
I self-harmed for a long time, and I contemplated suicide. I'm making progress; it's almost been a year since I last cut. I just want to let people know that it really does get better. You can do it.

Poem About Recovering From Self-Harm

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You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.

You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
You can move backward, and that's okay.
Just remember to move forward every other day.

Now, I'm no expert,
but you will find
if you keep moving forward,
you'll get your peace of mind.
It's gonna be hard, believe me I know,
for you to show your healing cuts
without feeling like a freakshow.

It's going to get better.
Trust me; just believe it.
You'll finally be relieved of it.

You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
You can move backward, and that's okay.
Just remember to move forward every other day.

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Poems With Repetition - Page 2

I wrote this poem for a class assessment, and when I showed it to my parents, they were really impressed. It's a poem of my own experiences, and everyone motivated me to publish it. So I thought I could just give it a try...

This poem is about losing someone close and if they could give you the courage to go on in life. There is still much life to live, and they will always be close to you if you look for them.

Our egos can get the best of us sometimes as human beings. But humility is wisdom, and I constantly ask God for this grace. We all should.

My sister passed a way 11 years ago to cancer, and even though I miss her so much, I know someday I will see her again. Yes, I do cry for her sometimes...but I also celebrate and laugh more often for when she was alive. She was so funny!!! R.I.P Erika Y. Sarabia 09/11/1980-03/26/2002

I self-harmed for a long time, and I contemplated suicide. I'm making progress; it's almost been a year since I last cut. I just want to let people know that it really does get better. You can do it.

My sister passed a way 11 years ago to cancer, and even though I miss her so much, I know someday I will see her again. Yes, I do cry for her sometimes...but I also celebrate and laugh more often for when she was alive. She was so funny!!!
R.I.P Erika Y. Sarabia 09/11/1980-03/26/2002