Tag: poem
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August 30, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
Orange soda oil slick on the surface of the sea
Cotton candy clouds puffed and fluffy as can be
Lots of dots of lavender float by
In line across the pastel sky
Never has the sun bid adieu . . . more
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July 02, 2008 11:49 AM EDT --
Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring. . . . more
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July 20, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
My memories are
scattered pieces
blowing in the wind
some floating carelessly
others moving with purpose.
Some are solid and strong
taking root in my soul
like a tree
never swaying . . . more
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July 23, 2007 01:20 PM EDT --
Tired soul,
wanders, aching,
no rest for the weary.
Broken path,
wrought with pain,
destination, hell.
Dark skies,
fortell of gloom,
fog envelops, suffocate.
Distant . . . more
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August 16, 2007 01:30 AM EDT --
Note: I am hoping for constructive critique on this poem and hope those who have some background in the varying styles of poetry will take the time to give me such.
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September 26, 2007 11:18 PM EDT --
Will I ever see your smile again~~
Will I ever hear your laughter again~~
Will I ever taste and feel your kiss again~~
Will I ever feel your touch again~~
Will you ever hold me protectively again~~ . . . more
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March 14, 2008 09:01 AM EDT --
It's raining outside,
It's raining inside.
There are puddles in the driveway,
There are puddles in my lap.
Looking outside the window it's dreary,
Looking outside . . . more
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October 02, 2007 10:39 AM EDT --
When I have left this earth
I think my neighbors might say
Sure she was a democrat
But we liked her anyway
Despite that time she put
Kerry/Edwards signs all over her lawn
If you . . . more
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November 26, 2007 05:32 PM EST --
At the end of August I posted a poem on Gather that I had written a few years ago. And if you read my previous post on Poetry.com – you know that I won a supposed $100.00 for a daily poetry contest . . . more
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December 08, 2007 02:02 PM EST --
I will stay by your side on the darkest day
when your best intentions are not enough
lost in shadows I'll help you find your way
I'll stay by your side when it don't . . . more
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January 03, 2008 01:14 PM EST --
I wrote this when I was in high school (many, many years ago!)
My mind is a box
With a lock
That can . . . more
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June 06, 2008 04:27 PM EDT --
"Grandma, can you hear me?"
I hear you every day. I hear you reminding me to be a lady and to work hard. I hear you asking me how my day was and feel you hugging me whether it was good or . . . more
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November 18, 2007 03:38 PM EST --
Close your eyes
rest your head
close off the world
nothing to be said
lean into me
just for tonight
catch your breath
give up the fight
. . . more
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December 02, 2007 12:59 PM EST --
I have spoken with 2 people at Poetry.com & left a message for a supervisor. I have requested to be kept informed of the progress on finding out if my poem was plagiarized or just posted under the . . . more
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January 08, 2008 12:03 PM EST --
Icy whispers from your kiss
Lonely desires cut into my abyss
Lifeless tears haunt love
Let me in
more
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July 03, 2008 10:37 AM EDT --
Kid, Carefree, Friends, Fun
Memories of days gone by
Now, obligations
more
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November 17, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Golden sky and setting sun.
Autumn leaves sway softly.
The breeze gently blows my hair.
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June 15, 2008 06:23 PM EDT --
Man does not need blood and oxygen to survive.
But rather my dark, shiny beans, hard as nails,
Ground and baptized each morning in your kitchen.
My aroma coaxes you, prods you, urges you to arise. . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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January 24, 2008 10:43 AM EST --
I got this on an email from a friend today, and I thought it was worth sharing. I don't usually share work that is not my own, but I loved the way the poet expressed the ten commandments.
Above . . . more
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