Tag: poems
group name: poetrylove
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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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February 21, 2008 01:53 PM EST --
Snowy white moth flirts browning grass.
Ebony bird struts lethargy.
Lazy oleanders bleed red buds.
While cars silent wait on black asphalt lot.
Summer sun slows to orange burn.
Cigarette . . . more
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February 21, 2008 01:48 PM EST --
Wind-pushed rippled gray clouds
Stretch February to cold eternity,
While hawks soar and sweep,
Never moving outstretched wings,
Seeming frozen in South Texas winter.
Chaparral sage, leafless . . . more
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September 28, 2007 01:11 PM EDT --
Often we think of silence
at midnight . . . more
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November 16, 2007 01:46 AM EST --
It had been a long time since I saw you,
Then somebody told me you died.
Despite all the years, I stopped where I stood,
And I fell to me knees, and I cried.
It's funny how life goes on. . . . more
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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June 30, 2008 04:28 AM EDT --
At the foot of a tree
Brown wisps of memory
Clutter the ground
and choke the grass
But the tree stands unconcerned.
Gnarled and wrinkled from ages of wind and sun,
It is old with the wisdom . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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May 31, 2008 10:48 PM EDT --
Without a name you are
nor are you with a purpose
no subject chosen for your virtue
you are more precious than my person
poetic verses
how i form thee in your anonymity
unsure of what . . . more
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June 06, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
I watch you walk away
And I get scared you won't come back,
So my systems start to get muddled
and my life gets knocked off track.
Deep down I know you love me,
But I always want you near. . . . more
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December 28, 2007 03:32 PM EST --
I have 2 favorite poems ,The raven by edgar allan poe and his poem alone ,I like alot of byrons poems too ,so which poems do you favor ?'
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June 26, 2008 08:25 PM EDT --
It is a hot Sunday morning.
My restless eyes move around the chapel
And focus on the old man
Who sits across the aisle
In a homemade wheelchair.
I wonder what he thinks and feels
As he blinks . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:24 AM EDT --
I am a spent bomb,
Shell of a woman.
The fragmentation
Of somebody's dream
The remnants of a nightmare
She never knew she had.
I am without self
A mass of tissue
Mutated to human . . . more
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May 16, 2008 01:57 PM EDT --
It is you who starts my morning.
I think of you at the close of each day.
You are part of everything I do.
Your permeate each word that I say.
You're the smile that lights my face
And the . . . more
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August 26, 2008 11:34 AM EDT --
you bump your speed dial
again
and my phone rings,
and there's your name
in the caller I.D.
again,
another call
that's not a call
for me,
though I'm hearing . . . more
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May 04, 2008 02:51 PM EDT --
Some days I look around me and see my friends all doing fine,
While I sit alone stagnating. When is it my turn to shine?
Thought I would grab the world by the tail, shake it up a bit
But no, I . . . more
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July 06, 2008 02:49 PM EDT --
Haven't slept in several nights.
Just been sitting here in my blue bedroom,
Slurping cups of cold coffee,
Chain-smoking stale cigarettes.
And thinking about Sonya.
She came to me again . . . more
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June 06, 2008 09:03 PM EDT --
This is something completely out of the box for me. I've been working on it for a while and I kept getting stuck. I guess I have finished it, but I am not sure if I did what I wanted . . . more
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