Tag: poem
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November 07, 2009 08:23 AM EST --
The following is a poem I had written for halloween but was accidentally deleted when gathere deleted my account so I decided to post again its a little late now I know but I don't care here we go anyway! . . .
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November 07, 2009 01:20 PM EST --
Walter Mitty-esque existence
one day blends with the next
inured and numb
...under life’s thumb
with life banal I’m vexed
myopically I stare ahead
for tunnel's . . .
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November 07, 2009 11:59 AM EST --
we see them everywhere as we walk through our urban haunts
...lying on subway grates...
...sleeping wherever they passed out the night before
...sitting dejected
...head down
...hand . . .
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November 06, 2009 07:55 AM EST --
I sit in my room day after day
Watching my life waste away
Making friends I'll never see
Wondering do they really care about me
Out my window the day so cold
And me growing ever so old
My . . .
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November 07, 2009 08:17 AM EST --
Forever where is nowhere near And dark snow hides in the tundra, Where, ghostly bodies whisper in winds,
The sun sits like a cuckolded spouse And the dead moon wanes to wax again, While, being bled . . .
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November 07, 2009 11:58 AM EST --
These are my attempts at writting a short snippet of what happened today.
Snippet #! The Girl's View
Munch. Munch. Munch. I chew my delicious chocolate chip cookie. A grey squirrel comes by and says . . .
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November 06, 2009 11:06 PM EST --
Nature has painted her fall canvas
With vibrant shades of red and gold;
Nature's expansive fall canvas this year
Is truly beautiful to behold!
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April 23, 2008 05:04 PM EDT --
This is another poem I wrote in my "younger years" to my Grandpa. I didn't realize just how many I'd written to him. It isn't the greatest poem looking at it now... but there . . .
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July 20, 2008 08:31 PM EDT --
He wasn't the tallest, the smartest or the handsomest,
But, he had a great sense of humor.
He wasn't the best bread winner, he sometimes lost his temper,
But, he made me feel special. . . .
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March 03, 2008 04:22 PM EST --
Maggie's going crazy
Barking at the trees.
Got to get the camera
See what I can see.
Think there's a raccoon there.
Think maybe there's . . .
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November 06, 2009 09:10 AM EST --
I've heard it said, “You can never have enough friends!”
I suppose that’s true...IF...
you choose friends
who accept you as you . . .
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November 06, 2009 08:10 PM EST --
A poem that I wrote for English class. Enjoy.
I walk through this world battered,
Bloody, and bruised,
Treading ground untouched,
Following a wise man’s ruse. . . .
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November 07, 2009 02:22 AM EST --
At the zoo, there were lots of alligators.
The alligators were sleeping
so they didn't make a sound.
The alligators just laid there
like big logs on the ground! . . .
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March 26, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
. . .
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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May 06, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Hail Spring
Morning showers
Tender blossoms open
Pastel reflections skim the pond
The wind chimes and mourning doves harmonize
Lilacs recreate heaven's scent
Branches boast soft spring . . .
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September 16, 2008 06:55 PM EDT --
May you be the perfect starfish in the sea.
May you be what the world was never willing to see.
May you do the things your happiness brings.
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February 04, 2009 02:34 AM EST --
I said goodbye to a friend today.
It was time, I guess, and she lay on her side
With a final twitch of her tail to say
It’s okay, and then . . .
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March 23, 2009 11:58 PM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote for my husband before we were married . I wrote this in 1988 & I entered it in a contest in the National Library of Poetry in 1995/96. It won and was published in 'Amidst . . .
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March 30, 2009 02:54 PM EDT --
You killed him
crushing and smashing into pieces
smelling the pride in your shoes
mind puffing up with pleasure
wicked zest in your eyes
pleasing . . .
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