Tag: poetry please
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November 26, 2008 10:14 PM EST --
He lives without a mask
plays with the sand of times,
every breathe amuse him
dreams unlimited in his eyes
A diamond, searching light in stones . . .
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February 06, 2009 09:22 PM EST --
The notes of discord hard betray
The wounds that will not go away
The bitter sound, the frozen ground
The stone that has no words to say.
But sweet, remember sunlight still
. . .
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November 06, 2007 03:54 AM EST --
Striding with various tales
Jazzing along with abundant essays
Decorating mountain of books
I promised to sway
Determined . . .
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July 11, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
The sprout emerges
roots drawing in nourishment
from the forest floor
nearby flora competing
struggling to feed and to thrive.
(This is an entry written for the Gather . . .
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July 16, 2008 08:58 PM EDT --
You can deny me,
The parent you are not.
You can continue to flee,
Continue like you forgot.
You can deny it,
Did happen.
The words that hit,
Just think a misshapen.
You can deny,
. . .
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November 02, 2008 03:22 PM EST --
I wear my desire
Like a tattoo on my wrist
Like a washcloth hanging over the kitchen sink tap
Like pea vine tendrils cutting through snow.
I wear my desire in the palm of my hand
Held . . .
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September 17, 2008 12:23 AM EDT --
As Time Flies
She sits at the window
waiting for time to stop
but it never does
She simply carries on
and on an on
She has outlived all those . . .
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October 25, 2007 11:56 AM EDT --
Suffering eyes
faces of grieving
we sit and watch
growling tummies
and cries
We see and forget
find hard
for an extra buck
but find soon price for
smoke . . .
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October 30, 2007 02:52 PM EDT --
I have complaints,
with my heart
you wish
which is apart?
A pain echoes nearby
a thought that beats
a set of floating desires
always ruling me
You are innocent, I know
I am alone, you . . .
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December 14, 2007 08:51 PM EST --
In a manger born
With joy we celebrate him
In death crowned with thorns
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . .
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February 18, 2009 04:49 PM EST --
Tuesday’s child is full of grace
She wears the lace white skirt
In church she fiddles fidgets
Whistles words where children
Should be seen not heard
And chocolate on her face . . .
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November 13, 2007 07:32 PM EST --
Ok, I thought I would attempt this weeks single word prompt. This is my first public attempt to do so! I hope you enjoy it!
Tissues
These days, it is all I have . . .
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January 12, 2008 12:02 PM EST --
*The message I'm hoping to convey with the senryu duo, is the battle of the mind that can ensue, once our suspicions are aroused. Betrayal is a great nemesis, and one of our greatest . . .
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February 02, 2008 08:35 AM EST --
As
a blanket,
upon a loom,
intricately woven,
by hands full of skill.
Having purpose,
and design,
your countenance
portrays beauty,
of blushing colors. . . .
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February 15, 2008 04:31 PM EST --
This is only the second time in two days that I have been able to access the site and I have been trying through all three of my browsers. I hope this doesn't go on too much longer. . . .
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April 15, 2008 03:27 AM EDT --
Life is round--like a crystal ball...a sphere, just like a globe.
A thought emerges, just as quickly is lost, simply trapped in the frontal lobe.
My husband? He just disappeared, and this . . .
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April 26, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
Caged: Haiku
pulpy flesh
from the caged tomato ~
the gardener's prisoner
© Autumn Farrington
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May 21, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
There is laughter in the air.
The tulips are dancing with daffodils,
as I watch birds fly here and there.
My cats are sunning in the windowsills.
The bees buzz around new growth,
and that bluejay . . .
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June 03, 2008 10:13 PM EDT --
Prayer of the Thankful Husband
I thank thee Father
for all that is mine--
that is really ours--
that is really thine.
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