Poems about Elizabeth



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№ 1176409

ELIZABETH TAYLOR

This is where I'd rather be,
Amongst the forest and its greener pine trees,
Walking through woods we walk
With the bells of bridesmaids ringing in the eaves;
The sky is gray and
Cascades in and out of lunchtime consciousness,
It knows our footprints before we know our footsteps
Though it cannot know how hard I'm holding your hand,
Melding slowly with non-brushed off coastal sand,
Neither does it know that you're the girl with Taylor hair
Whom wears blue-lined shirts with white pencil
Stitched up skirts.

But Certainty overruled with cool hand
To teach me that reality assembles on foundations
And
Thoughts are built on imitation expectations:
But the Taylor haired girl exists.


elizabeth,  taylor.

Author: Tim Knight
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Date: 07/03/2020


№ 1155502

Elizabeth Squires

She writes beautiful poetry
Experiments with form and content

Many styles, many ideas
Some vivid, few abstract
But none mediocre

She's the Queen of Haikus
Scored a century recently

And I thank, I had learnt Haikus from her


elizabeth.

Author: GitacharYa VedaLa
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Date: 17/02/2020

№ 1153568

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, —I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! —and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


browning,  count,  elizabeth,  love,  thee,  ways.

Author: Sanja Trifunovic
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Date: 15/02/2020

№ 1148668

Elizabeth

My name is Elizabeth,
And you think you know me.
You've seen me every day,
Since the year I turned three.

I am quiet, and reserved,
And smarter than most,
But my quiet demeanor,
Turns me into a ghost.

I'm easily forgotten,
With all the ruckus and noise.
The laughing and shouting,
From the other girls and boys.

If I could speak up,
I'd tell you the truth.
I'd tell you he's lying,
About how I got this bruise.

If I wasn't so afraid,
To tell you my side,
Then maybe you'd help me,
If you knew that he lied.

He says it's my fault,
That he has to teach me like this,
But I know better now,
That you don't teach with fists.

He teaches mommy too,
And she's afraid just like me,
But she still hides the marks,
So that no one will see.

I would love to make friends,
To run, laugh, and play.
But all the kids tease me,
For acting this way.

Maybe if you taught words,
Like neglect, and abuse.
Then I'd know it was wrong,
And wouldn't be so confused.

But today I'll stay quiet,
Just like mommy said.
Even though she was crying,
And her eyes were all red.

Daddy tells us he loves us,
That we're his princess, and queen.
But the brown bottle stuff,
Makes him angry and mean.

Maybe if I took the brown bottle,
And poured it down the sink.
Then daddy would be happy,
And be able to think.

It won't hurt to try,
I'll do it after school.
Then maybe daddy can love us,
Without being so cruel.

My name is Elizabeth,
And I stay out of sight.
I'm too scared to tell you,
But if you asked me, I might.


elizabeth.

Author: Brad post
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Date: 11/02/2020


№ 1131034

No Elizabeth Barrett browning

Will never count all of the ways that I love thee for that words could never put forth as much effort as action.

By: Leory Santana Dawn


browning,  elizabeth.

Author: Leory Santana dawn
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Date: 26/01/2020

№ 1127773

Mary-Elizabeth

Mostly I drift about, then land
Ashore when seeking,
Reaching for the dreams of
Yesterday and hopes denied
To

Envelop my soul in peace
Longing to find
Islands of solitude whose
Zenith is golden warmth, rainbow
Arcs and cooling
Breeze ruffling trees at
Evening as stars appear to
Transport me
Home


elizabeth,  mary.

Author: Mary-Eliz
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Date: 23/01/2020


№ 1119224

Inspired by Elizabeth Gilbert's talk on Genius on TED.com

I write, I express emotion
I use words no one will read, hear or utter
I create worlds within this head of mine
And try to convey them to the people
So that they too can feel the grass that I dream of
I greave
To the point that it wells up inside me
And there's no way to keep it in any longer
Instead of leaking salty crystals
Because I have to much pride
My pen takes me to a place of ongoing ink
Where rivers run black
And skies are grey
Where the sun rises and gives hope to weary
And the stars guide me through the night
This genius of mine is a writer
Able to bring light to these dead eyes
And rebirth forgotten feelings
But fear is a creature of hideous evil
And beautiful comfort
I fear that is this genius is rejected
If this part of me dies there is no hope
No light for me to follow back to my world of grass and grey skies
That forever I will be lost to the wicked ways of this world.
And the only escape is death.


elizabeth,  genius,  inspired,  talk,  ted.

Author: Azlynn Jane Andrews
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Date: 15/01/2020

№ 1118754

Elizabeth

Thrown against the wall
Pounded and stomped small
Tossed into a fiery pit
Where the flames and the paper hit

Ink smeared and wiped away
By the falling tears that tried to stay
In your eyes, then on your face
And your life feels out of place
The one you thought had loved you
Spoke with words blatantly untrue

You feel as if throwing those words
Will free you of those mental wards
Wards of memories from the years
Causing a painful ringing in your ears

Make the ringing stop
Lie those ballads on top
Of the fire that grew
Ashes and embers flew

And once all the paper is discarded
You realize the pain has only started
This isn't the way to overcome
All the pain that lies to come

There's only one way to liberate
Yourself from a world of unfair fate
Maybe you too should join the fire
To permanently escape that liar

*"And today we mourn the death
Of our dearest daughter, Elizabeth
She perished in a tragic flame
Like her feelings, she couldn't tame"


elizabeth.

Author: Jared
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Date: 15/01/2020

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