Tag: poems
group name: poetryforall
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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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November 14, 2007 01:03 PM EST --
The Funf air
F air -h . . . more
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May 02, 2007 03:46 AM EDT --
I waited for you with bated breath
In hopes that once again,
We could share that oneness
we knew when we were friends.
But has time and distance erased
The closeness we once knew? . . . more
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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August 26, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Once I thought to be in love
Once I had someone love me
When I was young and unaware
Of how fragile true love could be
Once I broke a young girl's heart
By carelessly . . . more
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August 30, 2006 07:04 AM EDT --
GOD is Great
. . . more
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June 24, 2007 11:19 PM EDT --
I can make you love me,
Just give me a chance.
I'll supply the music
If you just let me dance.
You're the one I want to love.
Please give me your heart
I'll give you . . . 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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April 18, 2007 09:36 PM EDT --
Tastes of a clarified wine
Inspires simplification, demands mediocrity
O’ where art roam
Free, pure, beyond purification by simple souls
Free of clarification to modest words
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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 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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September 28, 2007 06:06 PM EDT --
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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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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my . . . more
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . . 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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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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