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Erin B Poetry - Short and Not So Sweet

Updated on February 3, 2015


I've decided to publish more of my earlier work since people seem to love that stuff. The poems that I published here were originally written between 1993-1995 when I started my poetry book. These are normal writings of a 14-17 year old; simple poems, but they still have my style to them. I think they might be interesting to read.

Erin's Rose Bouquet


A Love Song

If you think that I'll be all right,

That I won't cry, and I won't fight.

You've got it all wrong.

This is your love song.

I didn't know how much I loved you,

But now I do, and I miss you too.

It's too late

You have gone away.

I don't understand why you left me

It's hard to think; it's hard to breathe.

It doesn't make sense,

Oh how my heart rents.

Feel what you feel

Trapped without a way out.

See what you see

Pain is wrapping your heart.

Can't get enough of this pain

I can't live for more than you do.

Want to die when you do.

Doodle Sketches

Frightened of Fire

Fire, Fire

Burning bright;

Going throught the forest,

Black full of fright.

Smoke fills the dark blue sky,

And flames are ready to bite.

Disease will climb all through the trees.

Everything will be as black as night.

spitting fire,

roaring flames,

ghostly backdraft

Is calling claims.

Where is your dad?

It isn't the same.

Where's your mom

When you came?

Somewhere in the

Roaring flames,

or ghostly backdraft

That is calling claims.

Burning Bloody

Burning through like acid;

The acid kiss of death.

Pouring down like rain;

Rain that is red.

The acid rain trickles down

On soft, shaky skin.

The skin is cold like ice.

Red icicles hang on white arms

In bloody red wine.

Living With the Trees

Walking through the old and battered woods again,

Up to where I had always been.

I'm crawling and climbing, scraping my knee,

I'm falling on the ground so that I'm able to see

The life around me, everywhere.

Plants, trees, and animals are always there.

Even though I grow older each day,

I still think about coming here to play.


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      Erin Buttermore 6 years ago from Laconia

      yes I did, it is on the cover of one of my books-just a doodle-it looks better on here than on my book. Thank you for your comments

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      Audrey Hunt 6 years ago from Nashville Tn.

      Erin - Did you draw the magnificent picture with your name on it? Love it. And what exquisit poetry. To think that you created this between the ages of 14-17! You have a gift. Thank you for sharing it. :) vocalcoach

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      Phoebe Pike 6 years ago

      Interesting and captivating words. Good work.

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      Erica Sanchez 6 years ago from California

      Very nice work! glad to follow...

      smiles :)