Tag: poem
group name: poetryforall
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September 28, 2006 11:02 AM EDT --
Confession
Forgive me father for I have sinned,
I forgot to empty the kitchen bins,
I left the fresh milk out all night,
And performed a wheelie on my bike,
I swore three times whilst in church,
And . . . more
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February 28, 2007 08:16 AM EST --
My purse hollow
My arms scrawny
My taste buds sour
My mouth deflated
My hunger gnawing
My sight poor with desperation
His wallet thick with judgment
His biceps bulge with burdens
His tongue . . . more
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August 25, 2008 11:58 AM EDT --
I snitch away bits of time before the day's aborted
All the jingles and rhymes, playful times - slidin' bye
Tiny bits refined and boxed for the unknown journey
And there are no . . . more
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September 23, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
As the lighthouse breaks the haze,
Of the eerie nightly mist,
Sat upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Beyond the afterlife,
As he awaits the ship of souls, . . . more
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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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March 05, 2007 05:28 AM EST --
Dawn bares her rich palette-
Seductive awakening
Tar stained gulls hover-
Scolding thieves
Sea reflects sun's rays-
Blinding illusion
Waves pound the virgin sand-
Tidal release
. . . more
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April 17, 2007 02:41 AM EDT --
Felix Fudgeflick wanted to go to sea.
Felix wanted to see the world
And have a girl in every port.
Felix wanted to wear the clothes
Those sailors wore
And wear that hat upon his head.
Felix wanted to . . . more
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May 10, 2007 01:30 AM EDT --
“My imaginary boyfriend,”
Miss Pretty said, “will send
Me red roses and boxes of chocs;
Buy me black stockings and tight fitting frocks.
He’ll take to theatre to see modern plays, . . . more
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May 11, 2008 11:22 PM EDT --
Eyes peer to know
What awaits me
On this brisk day
Pitching in seas
Capped by white spume--
Wickedly flicked
As briny spray
Past a proud bow
Risen and smug,
Into my face
For fine effect. . . . more
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . . more
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August 18, 2008 02:56 AM EDT --
Sky
. . . 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 07, 2007 11:30 PM EDT --
Wind-swept,
My life has been
Stormy seas and leaf-dance,
Cast adrift on careless currents,
Random.
Two steps
Forward or back,
And sometimes side to side,
No path ahead, no safe harbor,
Life's wile. . . . more
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October 17, 2007 10:36 PM EDT --
I danced for him and won his heart;
He said it was the fire in my eyes, the wit in my laugh,
But when he held me against him, I knew he loved my beauty most.
It is a small thing, a sad thing, to be loved . . . more
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October 13, 2006 07:17 AM EDT --
This was written for my first granddaughter when she and a friend had a spend-the-night party at my house when they were only 13.
They laughed
and giggled
and stayed up very late.
Loud music
played games . . . more
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May 28, 2007 04:12 PM EDT --
I wave goodbye
Thinking this is the last time
And as much as I hope it is
Really for my sanity more than anything
I know better
I can not forget you
Push as hard as I might
Replace your face with . . . more
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August 24, 2008 08:45 PM EDT --
About the Smell of Sleep
Does it smell similar to rotting leaves
piled by the wind after riled and wild rain
or familiar like salt soaked skin
on a cold . . . more
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November 26, 2007 09:01 PM EST --
I think I may
have died today.
I feel so light-headed.
I thought I might
cry today.
But the tears
would not be found.
I tried to hide
in bed all day
but it hurt my back
too much. . . . more
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March 06, 2007 03:05 AM EST --
The house where I was born
Has been torn
Down now. The bricks and mortar
That gave us shelter
Are reduced to rubble and waste.
What the haste
Was or what the need
I do not know. They feed . . . more
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May 02, 2007 06:47 PM EDT --
Night draws in,
Creeping, taking everyone by surprise
Everyone but him
He's been hearing the echo of her stilettos in his sleep for hours
She's been taunting him
Teasing him
Toying with his . . . more
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