Tag: poem
group name: poetspassion
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July 24, 2007 02:30 AM EDT --
There is so much in my mind
cluttering and hiding inside
So much I want to say
but somehow get lost along the way
Noone will listen or try to understand
How can they? When even I am unsure
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August 01, 2007 12:23 AM EDT --
when i first came here
i brought nothing more
than hope and optimism.
it was squeezed out of me
like toothpaste.
perhaps i thought too much
analyzed too much
worried too much.
i was drawn in
then . . . more
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April 22, 2008 02:48 PM EDT --
Rage thee brutal, rage thee on,
Across the prairie's gentle slopes.
Relentless billows of earthen grit,
Hammering constant, nature's force!
Rage thee harsh, rage thee on,
Swirling . . . more
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August 09, 2008 11:45 AM EDT --
We had that lovely quiet rain this morning that revives our landsacpe and freshens the air.
Reviving Rain
Rain falling gently
Bringing tired lawns to life . . . more
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January 07, 2007 11:56 PM EST --
So quiet and calm
So peaceful yet strange
A sense of fear and excitement
I walk on
Spirits and whispers
Wind in the leaves
Trees bending down
I walk on
Turns and steps
Rivers and . . . more
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March 02, 2007 03:07 PM EST --
you arrive in disguise,
no longer vague,
your nakedness lost in
a sweep of black.
your honesty rips me
out of my head
and when i snap back,
if I could breathe,
i would scream your name.
i want . . . more
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April 01, 2007 02:52 AM EDT --
Perhaps all we have to do
Is just to build this dream
Is to live by this illusion
To dream our dream of love
To have more than we have now
To need each other as no one before
That's . . . more
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September 10, 2007 01:26 AM EDT --
Weathered, wearied, worn
Depleted, exhausted….TIRED
Anxiously waiting
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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April 01, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
On a long day
intentionally I drift to
another Universe,
where meaningful thoughts
randomly feel oppressed by
an unpredictable image.
Holding to a glimpse of . . . more
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March 03, 2007 07:04 PM EST --
in a blue black space
with a cream center
the blackest blue
an oreo for the night
with a wicked grin
got some milk
moon says yes
dipping and grinning.
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January 12, 2007 04:10 PM EST --
I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate they way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you . . . more
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August 27, 2007 10:35 PM EDT --
To think I almost missed it, walking by
In mud that slurped and suckled at my shoes;
I thought it just a pile of wilted leaves
Discarded from some other recent loss.
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March 26, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I press the memory of you
against my creased brow,
leaving a shadow stain
that will not fade.
I spread the essence of you
across my skin
recalling simplicity
of desire and flight.
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November 25, 2007 05:56 PM EST --
NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat. . . . more
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July 13, 2007 12:12 AM EDT --
scenes of my youth are coming back to me
in ways seldom sensed before…
the pungent lilac blossoms adorning ally ways
the clip clop of the funny old man’s rag cart
the sugar cube . . . more
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October 15, 2007 11:28 PM EDT --
Wet nose to chill salt sand.
Tags jingle as the curious pup pads into the ocean.
Lapping tides rock boats against the dark sea.
The longing wail of a foghorn distant.
A fire, . . . more
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July 29, 2007 10:45 PM EDT --
There is no sound
Except for your heart beat
The blood in your veins
Dark and cold
No one is near
You let your mind wonder
All the feelings returns to you
The ones you try to block out
The dangers
Everything . . . more
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April 13, 2008 01:14 AM EDT --
does every woman
under the age of 27
wear push up bras
i know so little
i float in the mystery of wonder
hoping to create a river of heat
in the intersection of your anatomy
the . . . more
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April 26, 2008 10:57 AM EDT --
the metaphors of you
dance across my mind
like deer outside my window
but the deer herd has found
the safety of deep woods
they are gone
from my view
like the snow that they . . . more
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