Tag: love
group name: poetrylove
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August 24, 2008 10:10 AM EDT --
It is hard to believe that these hot
Summer months have hazily drifted by
While . . . more
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July 19, 2008 03:20 AM EDT --
I was sitting so sad and lonely
Where you came from, I couldn't tell
But as I sat there I began to listen
To a master weaving words with skill.
Your words, . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
It has been so long finding this road
That has led me to you, my dear
Twelve years since my divorce and loneliness set in
Try to make its place permanent here
"Don't . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . . more
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March 18, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
Now I come before the Lord
to thank Him for His life and words
for if He had left the deeds undone
we would be left all alone
But He was here and we have LOVE
and holy forgiveness from above . . . more
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March 23, 2008 02:46 PM EDT --
Recently I have been writing little praise poems. After using them for greetings on Boomertowne message boards, I have decided to publish them here together.
Easter!
Light of life,
. . . more
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April 23, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
You and I were never strangers.
long before we ever met
you held the key to my heart.
You were one I could never forget.
In another world, another time,
We have done it all before,
But one . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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April 14, 2008 12:58 PM EDT --
Six years and too many hours past,
when one hour's wait was giddy joy,
or fear you'd already left.
We talked and loved 'till we full understood
each other, our lies, . . . more
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July 25, 2008 11:21 AM EDT --
Oh, for a heart that will look within
And not see this body degraded from sin.
My Lord has forgiven and forgotten my past
But the tell on my body will always last. . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Does he see me when he looks at me?
Does he notice how much I have changed?
Can he . . . 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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July 14, 2008 03:19 PM EDT --
When we met, I fell for you fast.
I told you all the things of my darkened past.
But you didn't worry about the past I told.
So I ran forward, with my heart brave and bold. . . . more
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November 07, 2007 05:35 AM EST --
That first Saturday, in her red car,
driving to Bruges, we hid for a while
in the music in her car.
So there would be no silences
even before we began.
. . . more
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June 12, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
On the day my best friend was diagnosed with a sickness
That almost surely guaranteed a life in the thick mists
Was when I was told that I had to leave it was after hours . . . more
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August 15, 2008 03:36 PM EDT --
There are so many that have been hurt
And get angry at others for their loss or shame
Yet so very many are out there that suffer
In every country that you can name
. . . more
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October 23, 2006 06:11 PM EDT --
You gave me hope.
You showed me a way out.
You made me feel love,
you shattered all my doubts.
I wanted to return the favor,
I wanted to be your one.
Then one . . . more
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March 11, 2008 12:11 PM EDT --
While I write this to express some of the hurt and fears I have felt in my life, it is partially my own outlet to remind me of what is best in my life, and what I have been given. Most of the time, I . . . more
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February 02, 2008 10:08 AM EST --
In and out of my life you fly,
like a bird with broken wings;
You come to me for a fix,
knowing when you're ready
I will free you to soar again.
Its not easy being the fixer of broken . . . more
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March 12, 2008 07:55 AM EDT --
I fear I'm going mad;
Love is now obsession
and you haunt me
from the depths of the hell
which . . . more
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