Tag: living
group name: poetryforall
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October 06, 2006 08:25 PM EDT --
Happy Faces
I look out through my window,
Watching the world go by,
Analyzing peoples ways,
And the way they live there lives,
Even in the sunlight,
That shines with heavens grace,
I see an effigy of . . . more
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . . more
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October 06, 2006 07:42 PM EDT --
If I Could
If I could express my feelings for her,
They'd be much more profound than these mere words,
If I could show her the love held within,
Be it much more inspiring than this mortal skin,
If . . . more
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October 16, 2006 03:09 AM EDT --
I have a river of leaves
coursing around my house.
The reds, the gold, and browns
have swirled around
till they look like marble icing on the ground.
Along the fence they snake and drift,
and break where . . . more
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October 25, 2006 12:35 PM EDT --
Jack-O-Lantern
Pointed hat
Bones a-dancing'
Vampire bat
Ghostly faces
Golden moon
Goblins prancing
On Witches broom
Car doors slam
Darting feet
Doorbell rings
Trick-or-treat
Jack-O-Lantern . . . more
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February 23, 2007 08:47 PM EST --
Five falls have passed
Five winters
Five springs
And five summers
I've seen five birthdays
Five Easters
Five Thanksgivings
and Five Christmas Eves
It's been five years . . . more
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October 29, 2006 05:24 AM EST --
I saw this ad one day on my TV.
So I grabbed a pen and quickly wrote it down.
Something about it made me want to see
for myself what untold gems there may be found.
(Edited version of first four lines . . . more
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December 15, 2006 01:31 PM EST --
Dark Christmas
Tuesday, and the mall
is chaos as shoppers flitter
from store to store,
juggling fat shopping bags
Christmas music blares
from speakers and everywhere
there is ribbon, Christmas trees . . . more
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September 28, 2006 08:35 AM EDT --
A Face Without A Name
I fade into the masses,
Just a face without a name,
Clones of suits, umbrella heads,
scurry about in pouring rain,
Looming towers casting shadows,
Unerve me with there gaze,
I'm . . . more
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December 20, 2006 11:52 PM EST --
See the fire burning night
to ward off chill on Christmas night.
No fireplace for those gathered here
smelling of rum and cheap-made beer.
Smell of pine fills the chilly air
as it . . . more
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November 11, 2006 10:20 PM EST --
I do not want to sweep the floor
nor wash the dishes any more
or mow the grass, or make the bed
my cooking skills have long been dead
I open a can when I want to eat
the dust keeps gathering round my . . . more
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May 20, 2007 01:18 PM EDT --
The landscape looms
With some contrast
No hues of blue
For ocean and sky
No use for color
In a world so defined
No unneccesary distractions
No creative juices flow
Right side atrophy
Shrivels . . . more
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January 07, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Fading Hope
Her Idealistic dreams of one true love,
Constantly occupied her mind,
All hope she ever held,
Has been beaten over time,
She once graced the land,
With a smile and heart of gold,
She gave . . . more
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October 22, 2006 06:12 AM EDT --
I would appreciate any constructive criticism about this poem so that I could become a better writer. Also how do you feel about it?
If my mind were like a closet
and I could go inside
I might . . . more
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September 29, 2006 03:38 PM EDT --
Lonely Lilly
Lonely Lilly stares through the window,
Watching the world go by,
As the children play outside,
Her inner youth it comes alive,
She opens up her door,
And calls us from our games,
With a . . . more
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September 29, 2006 07:41 AM EDT --
Conversations with Arnold
Arnold sat on a bench at the station,
And told me stories of his life,
I'd spend hours, listening intrigued,
As he told of lost loved ones,
and places he'd been,
Arnold . . . more
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October 06, 2006 06:30 AM EDT --
A Fear of Growing Old
I have this innate fear of growing old alone,
Sat beside the fire, with a blanket in the cold,
Never seeing daylight, sat forlorn upon my chair,
Just me ever lonely, and no . . . more
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October 24, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
Auschwitz
Ghostly tears of lost spirits,
The wounding of whip,
Their memories remain,
Upon the clench of my fist,
As I see the photographs,
Of dead body masses,
Old tattered clothes,
Gold teeth and glasses, . . . more
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September 24, 2006 06:19 AM EDT --
Debonair is his demeanour, he strolls at leisure along the bay,
"Good morning, how are you today?" He eloquently says,
He sits upon the bench, a rolled up paper by his side,
As he flicks to turn . . . more
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September 10, 2006 05:00 PM EDT --
A songbird sings
her sweet little song,
she worries not who hears;
Unlike us ,
who so often hide our talents
underneath our fears;
Oh, that we could step out
in faith
to be all that we . . . more
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