Tag: poetry
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July 03, 2009 07:13 PM EDT --
I will tell you the tale
Of a fair haired maiden
Who sprouted from a tulip
In the middle of a drought
Wrapped in yellow petals
Swaying in the wind
She reached for the sky
And . . .
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July 04, 2009 10:55 PM EDT --
I am not satisfied with this and will probably completely rework it, but for now I would like a few opinions.
I thought there was no hope for tomorrow. It seemed I might drown . . .
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July 04, 2009 07:57 AM EDT --
Okay everyone...I need your honest opinion on this poem I wrote. I am a writer who is trying my hand at poetry!
For My Husband
You stood by me through thick and thin
Your love . . .
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July 02, 2009 02:48 PM EDT --
Running when you
Cannot walk
Walking when you
Cannot stand
Standing when you
Cannot bear
To uncurl yourself
And rise from the bed
Rising when you
Cannot feel your heart . . .
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March 14, 2009 08:31 AM EDT --
Régime, goddess queen of the night, she shines
wrapped in her silky soul-skin, a wild woman
of the sacred obscene, her spirit
out of hiding, resplendent in color,
a luscious rainbow . . .
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March 25, 2009 10:09 PM EDT --
It was the sunshine through the rain
That relieved the grief from the pain
Reminded me of a fresh tomorrow
While dealing with today's sorrow
Falling asleep to the sound of thunder . . .
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March 27, 2009 11:29 PM EDT --
There are a million little things I long to say
But your silence is all I hear on this fine day
It's funny how silence gets to be so loud
To myself, then, I say those things aloud
. . .
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April 04, 2009 07:34 AM EDT --
No one saw it coming the day I vanished.
It gathered in my heart when I felt the icy tip of your jagged knife pierce
the tender surface of my weary skin.
It furtively transformed itself . . .
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April 05, 2009 03:25 PM EDT --
She was the type of girl who wanted it all
The perfect guy, the security of home
Instead what she got was the reality of life
Poverty stricken, wasn't wanted to be a wife
So . . .
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May 12, 2009 08:46 PM EDT --
The call I hear in the middle of the night
Was a call that came from above
And it was one that led me to the light
And it was the call that led me to love
For . . .
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May 14, 2009 11:09 PM EDT --
How I long for another day
To see your face under the sun's rays
But alas that was not meant to be
Your memory is now all I can see
How I long to hear that voice
Hearing it . . .
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July 02, 2009 12:31 AM EDT --
Time lies beneath me Like a river running into the stream And has no real meaning Except to keep flowing anyway
I lie down beside time And wonder how to make it mine Somehow it just slips away Quietly . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:35 AM EDT --
What say you?
Shall we move tomorrow back into the past
Where we can linger on a blanket in the sand
Hand and hand with romance
The kind that leaves you blind
And hopefully a fool
The kind . . .
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May 11, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
We danced until the dawn devoured the dark
While drums and music ruled our glide and sway
We swirled and dipped and bowed and held and touched
The music danced . . .
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July 01, 2009 08:20 AM EDT --
I stumble about,
searching for a song,
searching for a prayer,
searching for a promise.
Time is a thief
and I stumble on.
I chew on words
that have lost their way; . . .
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July 04, 2009 12:11 PM EDT --
A parachute above me,
I saw, while floating down,
A taxi on a mountain
And a kayak and a clown.
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July 04, 2009 05:47 PM EDT --
The Darwin Poems By Emily Ballou UWA Press Paperback, ISBN 9781921401275, May 2009, $24.95aud
Though structured and presented as a kind of biography, The Darwin Poems isn’t really a biography . . .
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December 23, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
My daughter sent me an offline message tonight. She had found a clipping of a poem that was on her father's dresser. She found this after he had passed away. It brings a tear to . . .
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January 20, 2009 06:50 AM EST --
Here I am in the cold,
This shovelling is getting old.
I have to do this once more,
My muscles are so sore.
So I tackle it like a pro,
Pain in muscles starts to grow. . . .
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January 20, 2009 08:12 PM EST --
If only I could do,
Things like I used to,
I would be happy,
To be the old me.
Oh well maybe tomorrow!
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