Tag: poetry
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August 18, 2008 01:51 PM EDT --
What is a poetry...I was never a poet, never followed any particular style but what comes in my mind, what stirs my soul, I simply write it and spill the beans...Is that poetry???? I am curious to . . . more
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August 30, 2008 11:37 AM EDT --
I wake up next to you
your dark eyes full of love and play
Torn between rising
And wanting to stay
As you reach out in play
You added some kisses . . . more
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August 21, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
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When the frogs die
When the skies darken
When the canopy opens
When the bat eats its last insect
When the song sparrow is silenced
When the sun is blurred black
When the . . . more
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September 01, 2008 11:00 AM EDT --
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For John Walter,
Dandelion
You find it tenderly slipping away,
this clarity inside expansive darkness
where you once used to rest
unswerving in confidence . . . more
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August 25, 2008 08:07 PM EDT --
When I wake I think of you, It is not really you,
more the idea of you,
the feel of your idea in my consciouness
The being I have is not of the mind
Marriage, the intimate or close union
The . . . more
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August 29, 2008 08:30 PM EDT --
The summer and winter
Seems to blur for me
The inside of my house
Is usually what I see
But my imagination
Ranges far and wide
Remembering the beauty . . . more
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September 01, 2008 10:05 PM EDT --
Lord,
Where there is pain
You said you would help heal.
Where our soul is
Cut and bleeding
You said you could seal
Where there is darkness
You said . . . more
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August 22, 2008 09:20 PM EDT --
After going through the challenge by Autumnrose that I found through Chana, I started thinking about who I am. This is what I wrote in response. (written response to yourself, isn't quite the same . . . more
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September 04, 2008 03:24 PM EDT --
He cr ash ed the saucepan lids with wild delight
Spl ash ing the night with sound. We wondered
How did he get down there?
He f ash ioned toys from unw ash ed socks
. . . more
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August 12, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
R each the stars and fly me across the moon
Abeautiful melody pass through this destiny
J ust for pretending the sadness smile
E nclose the dreams for all memories
N ear me a fairies sleep like an angel . . . more
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October 21, 2007 10:18 AM EDT --
Discuss the process of self-discovery in poetry .... there's a wide open essay question, eh?
I actually have specific poets to address (Frost & Yeats).... but my first step, I think, is trying . . . more
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July 23, 2008 01:14 PM EDT --
You never feed me.
Perhaps I'll sleep on your face.
That will show you.
You must scratch me there!
Yes, above my tail! Behold,
elevator butt.
I need a new toy.
Tail of black dog keeps . . . more
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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me,
Then I would never know the pain
of watching you walk away
and being all alone again.
If I'd died in the beginning,
before I memorized your face, . . . more
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May 06, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate
Use and abuse me, but oops! What if I retaliate?
Can you draw your weapon before I shoot you down?
Can you stare back if I growl and frown? . . . more
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May 18, 2007 03:38 PM EDT --
Whispers across the breeze, painted with the scent of daffodils and clover to warm my soul, just after the rain.
Carefree thoughts dwindle through the vats I call my brain, eyes heavy, . . . more
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May 29, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
There I see the lucid reflections of so many that stand so proud, never giving an inch only to be swallowed by the beast of pride.
So loud and proud that this is who they are that if the slightest wind . . . more
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June 22, 2007 12:29 PM EDT --
droplets springing smoothly,
slowly down they fall.
But to there suprise,
they are carried up again.
Was I that heard,
this soundful shower.
That carried on,
Throughout the hour.
When that day . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . more
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April 19, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
Alone is where I am,
Nothing more left for me,
It is how it should be.
Rough around the edges I am,
Lost is a web and emotionally dead,
Tomorrow I do dread.
Different you are, . . . more
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