Poems With Repetition - Page 2

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

in Inspirational Poems by Teens

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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The Life Of A Soldier
- By Jodi M. Kucera
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2018 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this poem for my dad in 2015. He's a Vietnam veteran. I found out that May is Military Appreciation Month, so I sent him a text every day thanking him for something in regards to his service. This was the text on day 15. My dad has since passed away, but I still find myself longing to tell him "thank you" once last time.

in War Poems

We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.

I know the weight you carry.

We have an understanding, you and I.
We sit in silence; nothing needs to be said.

I know the weight you carry.
You hold your head high, but inside you cry.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

Memories haunt you!
But you stand tall and show no fear.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

You hear voices of days past come rushing to your head.
You think to yourself, "He was a good one; why is he dead?"

You wonder if you should have done things differently.
No time to think, only react.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

The guilt is too much to bear.
Although you were wounded, you question,

"Why him and not me?"
You can't forget the faces that were there.

The life of a soldier is not an easy one.

We have an understanding, you and I.
You're a soldier for life; and it has not been an easy one.
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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

in Sister Death Poems

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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Love Takes A Little More
- By Avi Fleischer
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2018 with permission of the Author.
This is the first poem that I wrote (back in 1996). It's for those people that have difficulty showing their feelings and therefore have a hard time allowing themselves to love and be loved.

Love Takes More... But For Good Reason

in Relationship Poems

You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.

You supply the lips and I'll supply the kiss,
You supply the chance and I'll supply the bliss.
You supply the truth and I'll supply the trust,
You supply the time and I'll supply the lust.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the fantasy and I'll supply the act,
You supply the opinion and I'll supply the fact.
You supply the quip and I'll supply the smile,
You supply the road and I'll supply that extra mile.

But if it's love you want, it's gonna take a little more,
and when we finally get there, it'll be like waves hitting the shore,
of the oceans of our hearts, the feeling lingers on,
from the touch of evening twilight, 'til the early morning dawn.

You supply the wings and I'll supply the flight,
You supply the day and I'll supply the night.
You supply the ground below and I'll supply the sky above,
You supply your tender heart and I'll supply my endless love.

Because even though love takes more, I shall not stand and wait,
for love to sweep me off my feet, for I might be too late.
So, I've now become a partner of fate,
in the never-ending waterfall known as love and hate.
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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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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

in Life Lesson Poems

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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A Friend Is Someone...
- By Leah Ross
- Published by Family Friend Poems January 2009 with permission of the Author.
This is what a true friend is to me.

What Is A True Friend?

in True Friend Poems

A friend is someone
You turn to.
A friend is someone
You confide in.

A friend is someone
You turn to.
A friend is someone
You confide in.
A friend is someone
Who stands by you.
A friend is someone
Who lifts your spirits.
A friend is someone
who encourages you.
A friend is someone
You treasure always.
A friend is someone
Who makes you smile.
A friend is someone
Who brightens your day.

A friend is you!
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Spring
- By Camille Gotera
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2013 with permission of the Author.
The reason I wrote this poem was because I absolutely hate winter and love spring time. This is mostly because everything is dead in the winter- there's no life. And I'm a very sensitive person, so just the atmosphere of winter makes me sad. Another reason is because I had been through a bad experience- relationship wise- over the winter, and I feel that spring time is a clean new start. No more depressing poems and songs! :)

Poem About Change Of Seasons

in Spring Poems

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When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
When the sky above shows life instead of death,
When the claws reaching to the frozen sky become decorated with leaves,
When the animals -long in hiding- scurry from trees,

When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
When the sky above shows life instead of death,
When the claws reaching to the frozen sky become decorated with leaves,
When the animals -long in hiding- scurry from trees,
We know winter has ended.

When the frost on grass is replaced with sweet dew,
When the fields become dotted with flowers, reminding me of you,
When the lonely silence becomes filled with melodies,
When you feel warm air, erasing bad memories
We know winter has ended.

When the hard, bare ground becomes painted with green,
When the frost-bitten air becomes fresh and clean,
When the coats and boots are all stored away,
When the playgrounds become occupied again with child's play,
We know winter has ended.

When you hear the pleasant sound of children's laughter,
When the air is filled with joy- long sought after,
When the world is filled with sunlight, brighter and longer,
When the song of Mother Nature becomes stronger,
Spring has begun.
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Poems With Repetition - Page 2

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

This is the first poem that I wrote (back in 1996). It's for those people that have difficulty showing their feelings and therefore have a hard time allowing themselves to love and be loved.

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.

This is what a true friend is to me.

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