"bree" poems
I love the way you're positive
And always lift me up
I cannot seem to comprehend
The way you're full of love.
I thought we all had our bad days
But you push though all of yours
You smile in so many ways
I love how your hope endures.
You're the best inspiration
That I've met in a long while
So many in your position
Saw joy as out of style.
I'm glad when I'm around you
You mean so much to me—
Everyone would say the same, too
That you're amazing, Bree.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
i collect stamps
not the mail kind
not the male kind
not the may hill kind
not the mayo ill kind
not the may hue kind
not the maim yew kind
not the mwaya view kind
not the mwayam myeil kind
not the amaway yilovski kind
not the mynsigwi malomisten kind
snot snee smail skind
rot tree trail rind
trotsky braille grind
hot bree hail's tine
kind
kind
kind
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kind
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kind
kind
kind
kind
kind
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mail
mali
alim
liam
ailm
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 12:13 AM UTC
EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Oh yes! They're of the finest quality."
"Well, I would love to get that one!"
She points to a small A5 notebook
with watercolour swirls.
"Good taste!" Bree claps as Michael
pulls a stool, stands on it and pulls
the book from the bookshelf, handing
to Lyn who stares at it. She strokes
the book and opens it to stroke to
fine paper.
"Beautiful!"
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"That ring," Michael stares at it and
Lyn tenses, as did Ainhara and Esshi.
'How we forget about the ring!'
Esshi mentally facepalms. It is of
white-gold, the white lily of Aurelinaea
with the monogram of the Royal family.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Lyn was granted it when she was
coronated, and always left it on, so
much so that it was like second
nature.
"Q-Quee-"
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
I wasn't even out of my car yet and I broke down.
We made eye contact; for me it was painful.
No wave.
No nod.
No smiles.
From either of us.
It hurt me because now I realize I overreacted,
I should've stayed more calm when I talked to you.
I shouldn't have let it get to me.
Why did this upset me so much?
I saw you again in the locker room.
I know you saw me too.
Again;
nothing.
No smile.
No wave.
From either of us.
You may not know but the simple and enthusiastic "Hi Bree!" with a warm smile after,
well that really brightens my day.
I tried talking to you, but got no response.
Maybe your phone was dead? Or maybe you got it taken away in class?
Or maybe I ruined things.
Maybe I shouldn't have even responded in the first place.
Responded in the morning and said I was just asleep.
Maybe all these thoughts running circles in my head are useless;
but if I know one thing for sure it's that I don't want something this stupid to come between us.
And if I know anything else, it's that I was stupid and I'm sorry.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
There was an old person of Bree,
Who frequented the depths of the sea;
she nurs'd the small fishes,
And washed all the dishes,
And swam back again into Bree.
970
there is a delight unique
(which is mispronounced
by all, actually, u-nee-cue)
after thousands of poems
composed and disposed,
smack dab read, two- fab-you-lust-
fulfilling new(new (to HP), anyway)
poets who have left me
brighter but blue
with one option, two problems:
*De doc he say, son you in a bad way,
wake to neon flashing ear to ear,
a l t e r n at i n g
smiles and grimaces,
face flashing
unceasingly
like a lonely
orange red Hotel sign
irritating the dark, all night long*
two poets,
offering either hope or despair,
and I am bereft and bewildered,
by two new to me poet~scriveners,
with such distinctive and oppositioned
positional views of life expressed so well,
making my Pity #9, feeling prissy and yet prophetic,
as these two make want to cry/smile with every read
of theirs…and throw in the crying towel…wet with tears …
*and the summer breezes, carries us leeward,
to the sheltering side of my island*
READ THEM!
(see below)
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Just browsing," Nyl says, softening
her voice. "Do you have any Puhan
notepads by any chance? They make
the best notepads. Oh, and some
ink-sticks? The smaller ones."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Michael chuckles, "You and my wife
would get along well, Nyl. You're in
luck! A new shipment came in from
Puhan today!" Michael smiles. "They're
on the upper levels."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Her handmaids can tell she is smiling
under her veil. With shining eyes, Nyl
skips up the steps and admires the books.
Esshi and Ainhara follow behind her.
"Honey!" The three women turn to see
a slender shadow of a woman from the
far corner of the room. " I've taken the
Puhan inventory. Just the Luciuscemi
carvings to do! Oh." She turns head to
face Lyn, Esshi and Ainhara.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
When she walks out of the shadows,
she smiles. She was in a long beige
dress, her hair in a low ponytail and
simple brown shoes. "Hello!"
"I was just talking about you, Bree."
His wife raises a brow. "Oh really?"
"He says that you too are a lover
of Puhan's ink-sticks and notepads."
Nyl beams.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
tonights the night ,that we run free
and sail across the skies
set fire to the fields of grass
and in the flames we lie.
we lie not only in the flames
but in the star crossed waters
breaking down the barriers
we oh-so-often encounter
tonights the night we pour our lives
into a cup of bree
start fights against a desperate system
a witness to the scene.
a witness to the civalized ,
crazy, ******* men
who dictate ways to justify
a spoiled genertion
tonights the night we find the face
of all and knowing truths
we'll find the land eldorado
and hang it by a noose.
destroying all the poverty
and judgment of the lives
of those who may live differently
a world of lows and highs.
tonights the night we paint the town
in cycadelic tones
groups of faceless matadors
in mass, we stand alone.
confused, we find an intrest
in paranormal things
searching for another way
to earn those angels wings.
tonights the night we stand our ground
not jump, but break the fence
embark along our epic journey
a life that could make sence
no longer will we live in fear
of all we do not know
prove, the myths are logical
across the universe we'll go.
tonights the night we sing a tune
that test the strands of our existance
and tell of all the lies
that float above our empty heads.
the drones will come alive
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 12:40 AM UTC
EᔕᔕᕼI
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
Esshi and Ainhara look around the
shop. Thankfully, it is just them.
'One less thing to worry about...' Esshi
sighs as she looks at Ainhara, the
concern in her eyes is clear.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Shh!" Lyn waves her hand and stops
them from bowing. "Please don't
bow. And don't call me Your Grace,
either." Bree and Michael stand straight.
"Please, I just want to temporarily
escape and enjoy the day."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Of course, your secret is safe with
us, Your High- I mean... Nyl..."
Michael says and they nod.
"It's a honour to have you here.
You and your handmaidens."
Bree says, eyes shining.
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"The honour is ours!" Esshi says.
"If you would be so kind to-"
"Not inform anyone? We won't."
Michael promises them with a
reassuring smile. "But I will say
that we are glad to see that you
are well, my lady."
~ ⚪♫⚪ ~
"Thank you." Lyn sighs. "Ainhara."
Her handmaid digs into the basket
and brings out some gold coins
and a few gems. "Here. Please
accept this. Also know that I will
send a few gifts your way for
keeping my secret."
"You are far too kind, Nyl."
Bree teases.
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Beautiful Bree,
Don't fear.
I love your smile,
You are my sunshine.
Blink those long eyelashes of yours,
and whisper softly through your astonishing smile.
These breaths reach my soul.
I can hear your heartbeat through the air,
through the atmosphere,
through me.
Beautiful Bree,
Don't reminisce so much.
Don't fight what you feel,
Please do not forget.
Hold on for the ride.
Beautiful Bree,
Autumn approaches.
I will see you soon.
My beautiful Bree,
Remain True.
Here i leave you with flowers.
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC
I was walking through town
when to my surprise i came across something brown,
no it wasn't a tree and neither was it some very moldy Bree
though the smell was similar in fact it was rather peculiar
this thing that was brown was long and round probably weighed about a pound,
this thing that weighed about pound and was long and brown was being feasted on by a billion flies,
in a moment that seemed like an eternity they all looked at me with there 2billion eyes
i was shaken with fear, scared by that ferocious buzzing that i couldn't bear.
"that sound still keeps me up at night i am haunted by that massive crap"
:)
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
It's two am.
Why can't I sleep?
Why am I wide awake?
Oh wait I know;
Because sleep and I aren't friends anymore.
My mind races when I try to rest.
The voices don't shut up.
I can't close my eyes.
I can't escape the nightmare.
The same **** one.
Daddy's in it.
He's saying somethig,
what daddy I can't hear
HELP
Im coming daddy hold on
Help me please
But I can never reach him in time.
Something always holds me back.
I scream and cry and;
*wake up Bree, *** it's okay. It was just a dream. Go back to sleep*
But it wasn't just a dream and it's not that easy to just go back to sleep.
And that's why at two am I'm still wide awake.
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Dance, light beams follow you
with bliss, dance into the light, bringing
forth your freshness in the
night.
Special, those who radiate rays
through years of darkness, they know
where light comes from...
Dance into the light, follow your
song, no song greater than
songs that come from
within.
Dance with grace, you'll bring sparkle
starting flames, the fire of loves
sweet embrace...
Be true, only in truth can you see
what lies within, fire burns,
while love grows and
grows.
Never stars shine in vain,
each time you search, sparkle
is what you'll see.
Life never-ending mystery,
holding dear, it's overpowering
adventure, capturing loves
sweet song..
Dance into light, and hold on to each
dream, they are dreams' that make
you! You.
Taken from "Hearts Expression Collection"
© Derena Bree (All rights reserved)
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 7:58 AM UTC
Mystic light shine high above my head
bring forth the glow of life sweet
bliss upon hearts of love.
Mystic light bring forth your clairvoyant
vision in form of spirituality, loyalty, insight
knowing that what shall happen will for the
betterment of mankind.
Mystic light of freedom shine down your
mystery deep enough, to find reason
for generative creation to continue
on with love.
Mystic light of enchantment, guide us
down the path of imagination, knowledge
placing two together encircled as one.
(Mystic Light)
By Derena Bree
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 5:07 AM UTC
I love Bree
She is a good friend to me
She gets the munchies
I get them too
We have a good time chatting
Yes we do
We stick up for each other
When we are feeling blue
She was there when I felt sad
Her hug made me feel glad
She lives in Washington
I'm in CA
But she is just a keystroke away
Her taste in music really rocks
I'd like to buy her purple socks
Stay warm Bree
It's winter time
And I'm feeling fine
I love my home now even more
There are more chats with her
In store
Dear God in heaven
I do pray
Protect Bree and her family
Every day
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
Me, the oathbreaker
I looked at the stars and named them, light, bright, spark, giggle
I throw a rock in the river and waited for the monster to come
I will call them carter, jake, scar, groomer
I touched the trees with magic and called it "iron twig", I laughed
With conviction I ran after the bug and called it by the name "bree"
Soon, my feet took me to a place, well lit with thunder blades
I called it "beauty", I stayed to the place and found peace
I changed the name to "home".. a beautiful home
The wizards from the nearby village gave me food, they were dressed in white and they brought with them tools
They never let me borrow the tools
And they stare at me with such scrutinizing eyes
They sometimes tries to drag me from my beautiful home
but I stayed, I always stay
One day I woke up and I am in a one-door-room
the wizards are injecting something to my body, I cannot move
what is happening? what is happening.
my home is gone and I'm detained
They kept looking like I was crazy and they injected me again
I fell asleep and dreamed of a nightmare
It was as if I have gone deranged
they put me inside a bulding that said
"Home for the Mentally Insane"
Never did I woke up again
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Just want to say goodbye my sweet
friend. I knew it was going to be this
way for a few years now. I already
felt your sadness because we could
not see each other.
God in heaven and all your loved ones
will welcome you home, you can once
again smile, you always had such lovely
smile. You can see all the snowbirds we
all loved so much.
Fly high my friend, you are free at last, no
more fear to hold you down, you can
now fly through the heaven of light
and love.
You can go to Rainbow Bridge and all
your dogs will be waiting for you, with
tails wiggling all over.
I will be down here to pray with light, love
and peace my friend..Good-Bye.
© Derena Bree (All rights reserved)
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 11:59 PM UTC
She gobbles up short stories,
She scoffs down lines of prose;
She reads the long tales through the night—
Bree's appetite plainly shows.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
You sit quietly believing in
yourself, you can smile, you
can cry, but remember your
heart will always care in a very
special way.
Your the keeper of your heart
soul, keeper of all you believe
keeper of your spirituality and
believer of God.
You sit at the hand of the
beholder, knowing the
distant of mind, distant
of secret thoughts, capturing
blue flames of your own destiny.
Derena Bree
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
I found you heavy on my heart tonight.
Too sweet a girl for such a bitter night,
but life has a way of casting shadows to blind our sight
only to be greeted soon by dawns first light.
I found your pain weighing on my soul today.
Why must your heart be so very far away?
If I could, Id take it all away, and bless you only with smiles of
love and grace.
I found your heated tongue pressing on my mind as well.
Why must the ones we've loved put us through hell?
There is light!
There is peace!
and all will be well!
I found you heavy on my heart tonight.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 12:20 AM UTC
“One thing a day, Bree,”
He says, “One thing that scares you.
It is good for you.”
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Turquoise rock man blues
The talus of tomorrow’s hues
Avalanche and hurricane thunder out their tune
Irrelevance , the mountain’s song is howling at the moon
Of things that should come soon
Victory’s sweet rune
Spider tank it walked the plank an eagle’s eye a boon
America to me
What it is that’s free
The troll’s foot elephant stomp rootclod
The caboose cotter key
Retrospect in G
A happy walk in Bree
The last homely house before we join the sea
23 to me
32 in G
A tooth the holy grail mate anyway in E
On it B in C
Oak wood stomp the Loch Ness Monster , wooden nickel me
On a Sherman Tigger track iconoclasm free
Zebra wood in Oregon shake your tambourine
Clear light crystal queen
Sailor anchor beam
Ringe da ram castle jack corpuscle zipper scheme
23 to me
32 in G
A tooth the holy grail mate anyway in E
On it B in C
Gmin in 3d
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
A star has fallen
All light is forever dim
You will be missed girl
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC