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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
Cool were the colors of the evening mountain lake
Cool was the breeze that blew across her face.
Cool were her eyes as they gazed back at me.

Gentle were her lips as they sang sweet songs.
Gentle was the water her silk dress dragged upon.
Gentle were the wisps that left her hands.

Bright was the smile she offered me.
Bright were the lights that fluttered off her fingers.
Bright was the day I watched
The most beautiful fairy dance atop the water.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
Moving blues
And crashing greens
I don't know
What it all means.

Rolling waves
And steady sounds.
A salty breeze
And water all around.

Beautiful
That's what I think.
Moving blues
Under skies of pink.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
Since your first breath
When the lights shone bright
And the night was dark
Forever you were mine.

When you first walked
First spoke to me
And the only word was 'mama'
Forever you were mine.

At your first day of school
Your first recital
Your first PTA
Forever you were mine.

After your first dance
Your first kiss
Your last class
Forever you were mine.

When you left for college
Married your partner
Had my grand babies
Forever you were mine.

When I lay dying
Looking back at life
At our life
I remember that,
Forever you were mine
And forever I was yours.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
All hearts
Contained in their cage of bone
Beat against
Hammer against
Their bars.

Monsters they are
Contained
Confined
Kept against their wills
In that cage of bone.

Rib cage they're called
I think
Hold the most vile things
Monsters that make you feel
Make you wish and hope.

Hearts.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
Cool fall nights
And bright starry lights.
Relaxed.
My fuzzy warm bed
And sunsets colored red.
Safety.
A worn in book
And the sound of a nearby brook.
Calm.
A loving smile.
A warm hug.
A goodnight kiss.
A constant partner.
Comfort.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
I wasn't born
To be quiet, soft.
To be shut down, quieted
Beaten...I'm lost.

I wasn't born
To be told my worth
To be shown my limits
Conditioned from birth.

I wasn't born
The way you want
The way you expect
The way I should flaunt.

I wasn't born
The way you see right
The way you see fit
For me to have life.

I wasn't born
In your own image
I was born me
The real me
For my own privilege.
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Veronica Moore Jul 2019
Some day
Some day soon
You'll be just
Be just a memory.

One day late
Later on in time
I'll meet you there
There in thoughts.
I wrote this somewhere else as a ******* poem......apparently people enjoyed it. Feel free to critique!
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