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AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS By Allysha Leonard

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An Anthology Of Poems . By Allysha Leonard . Morning Cup. Coffee Delicious Helpful Drink – Make – Spill Bliss, Smile, Sip, Talk Joe. Notes Towards A Poem That Can Never Be Written An inspired piece by that of Margaret Atwood’s . There is a place in which we dare not go. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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AN ANTHOLOGY OF POEMS

By Allysha Leonard

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MORNING CUPCoffee

Delicious HelpfulDrink – Make – Spill

Bliss, Smile, Sip, TalkJoe

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NOTES TOWARDS A POEM THAT CAN NEVER BE

WRITTENAN INSPIRED PIECE BY THAT OF MARGARET ATWOOD’S

That is where an unwritten poem sits and holds all the answers.

It holds all things relatable to the soul,

All things that remain hidden from our known world.

Here is where I fight the wired gate

To break through to my deep dark innards

To find all secrets to myself and the world around me.

I know this place exists inside our heads,

For If I Am to think it up, it must exist.

But what exists is not to be seen or heard or even spoken of.

For our rationalities hold us back from experience and possibilities.

There is a place in which we dare not go.

The Unimaginable area at the bottom of our brains,

Where the thoughts of unknown or that cannot be thought up

Seep through and leak into the dark mass of a black puddle

Holding all of our insecurities in a sheathed coat of wire

To hold our fated hearts back from breakingTo know truth,

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(CONT)Will you fight your iron gates?

Will you questions what is thought to be real?Who will find that poem that can never be written?

An even greater question is, if we even want it to be found.This test of faith might be what keeps things interesting,

I fight hoping one day I will come across that unwritten piece of literature,

Though I am at peace with the idea of it always existing there,In the unimaginableNever to be found

Never to be thought.Never to be written.

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I AM A WARRIOR OF THE 21ST CENTURY.

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I hold pride in my own future, knowing it is possible.

I push through my pain in hopes of Our Generation.

I find peace in the unknown, and accept it.

I allow people to be people.

I accept whatever is thrown my way.

I defeat the darkness with my will of light.

I search for beauty in the little things.

I run towards the hills of forever that hold new ideologies.

I grasp my lighted torch, and hold it high for others to see.

I am Allysha Leonard.

I Am A Warrior of the 21st Century.

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BIOPOEM~Allysha~

Socially-Awkward, Musical, Quirky, CatsWho is the daughter of Brian Leonard and Pam Leonard, maiden name

Daniels. Sibling To Aria Sydney Taylor Leonard.Lover of Justice, Familia, and Spirituality.

Who feels dedicated to her dreams, life is hardships and lessons, and all is equal.

Who needs love, peace and happiness.Who fears loneliness, rejection, and loss of meaning.

Who gives good vibes, a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. Who would like to see world peace, acceptance of all shapes, sizes, race, religion, personalities and disorders, and less negativity and depression.

Resident of Santa Cruz, Northern California. Child of stardust and created from animalistic energy.

 ~Leonard~

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WOODLAND WONDERS

Across the glistening stream, standing on the neon colored rocks,

stands a girl, long and tall.She perches next to the dancing water

that twirls around the river rocks,She leans over slow and steady, pouting her lips and awaiting

the cool touch of water to take away the dry wear and tear

to the pinker shade of lavender. 

Green eyes dart up to the mountain ridge, taking in the sight of a Blue Fox.He spoke;

“Never trust the waters, You might fall in.”And with a sniff and a pounce the Blue Fox dove into the brush, disappearing into the brush like a fish diving deeper into thick

waters

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IGNORING THE FOXES WANING, THE GIRL LEANED IN CLOSER

ALLOWING THE TIPS OF HER LONG SHINY BLONDE HAIR TO SPREAD ABOUT IN THE

COOL WATER SHE COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER.

“STOP…” WHISPERED THE OVERGROWN TREES SHAKING IN THE WIND.

THE GIRL IGNORED, ONLY THINKING OF HER OWN NEEDS TO TASTE THE FRESH

MOUNTAIN WATER FRESHLY MELTED FROM SNOW.

THE SUN PEEKED THROUGH THE CANOPY, SHINING DOWN TO REFLECT OF THE BUSY

WATER, BLINDING THE GIRL, BUT SHE STILL LEANED EVEN CLOSER.

A TOUCH AND A RIPPLE, THE GIRL BEGINS TO DRINK.

She drank and drank and drank, eventually causing the stream to change current down into the depths of her own

stomach.

Her weight grew in size and she filled up like a giant balloon sucking up all of the magical woodland

surroundings.

The trees, the neon colored rocks, the sun, the stream, even the Blue Fox became engulfed in the girls enlarged innards.

Feeling sick she began releasing all the water and surroundings back up her throat and into their original

places, right back where they belonged.

But it wasn’t right. Everything had lost color.

The rocks were gray, the sky-white. The trees navy and the streams water,

was black and thick like smudged, overused oil, creating a sea of grief.

Nothing was, nor will ever be, the same.

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MY IMAGINARY FRIENDYou came in through the ouji board,My Imaginary Friend.You drew me a picture of some swordWith pigs blood and a hen. Tall, dark, and no eyesBut your smile welcomes me.My shadow is your own disguiseAnd you scare my bullies like One-Two-ThreeYou tell me to never speak of youSo I’m sorry for this poemBut when you whisper to me all afternoonI can’t help but show’em

I know you think I’m the bestCause you say you want my soulThat’s the greatest honor from all the restBut our friendships taken its toll

You can’t have my soul, my skin, lungs, or hairThose things are my own parts,But there’s one thing I’ll give, of it please take careYou may have my heart.

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SHY RICHARDHe’d hide, He’d CowerHe’d Bark, Always Sour  His eyes showed FearThough I meant no HarmWhen I cam NearHe was no longer Calm Though it seemed he knew my nameHe’d RetreatEvery Year I Came 

I tried treatsIt only resulted in DefeatIt hurt my heart to see those eyesSo I decided to no longer Try Years went on, and I noticed a changeHe’d NO LONGER HideEvery year I came No need to hide, cowerBark, or be sour So I gave him space, and he’d show some loveI guess that’s all he ever wantedSomething to not fear of

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BEREFTA N I N S P I R E D P O E M B Y T H A T O F R O B E R T F R O S T ’ S

I bereave, grieve, and hold the candle to the closed door.Upon the entryway reads a name in which I dare not speak often.For if I did speak her name, others would blame their disposition upon me. I grip the copper knob and switch the hardware to an open state.Slowly, I push the door open to an untouched room.She slept here, in the quilted bed.

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She exercised her beloved activities on the Oak desk over looking the window.I remember her telling me when I was young,“Work hard at what you love, but never let your love become your work”Her voice echoed through the room bouncing off the walls and she was there.Her Verbal vibrations rippled through the room and into my ears.But that was just a memory. And her touch was just a backward look to the past.The window was left open and her room had built up a smell of must.And the wind had caused a build up of leaves to dance around Where she had once danced.

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I thought I heard her sing.I could have swore I saw her dress twirling as it did when she spun circles. But all that was left were shadows.Slowly I fell on her bed, wanting her to touch and hold me as she used to when I would cry.But her lap was no longer there for my heavy head to rest. And suddenly, the true feeling of loneliness rushed through me.She was gone.And I would never love another

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The End