Tag: poetry
group name: poetspassion
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August 20, 2008 09:33 PM EDT --
Sometimes I feel part woman, part child...
bound in pain,
baptized by tears,
aching for something I cannot describe.
I look in the mirror
and . . . more
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May 06, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
Friends come and go but enemies accumulate
Use and abuse me, but oops! What if I retaliate?
Can you draw your weapon before I shoot you down?
Can you stare back if I growl and frown? . . . more
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August 15, 2008 03:41 PM EDT --
I suppose some of you might not be familiar with this item from past years, but when I was growing up you didn't have bug sprays, Just the old fly swatter and fly paper. It is tricky being around . . . more
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August 12, 2007 11:50 AM EDT --
R each the stars and fly me across the moon
Abeautiful melody pass through this destiny
J ust for pretending the sadness smile
E nclose the dreams for all memories
N ear me a fairies sleep like an angel . . . more
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January 30, 2008 04:30 PM EST --
When my time on earth is past and my
Ashes have been scattered to the wind,
Will you recall the sound of my voice and
Hear it echo somewhere in the distance?
Will your arms . . . more
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December 20, 2007 02:15 PM EST --
Still trying to nail jello to a tree.............
ANGEL OF MY DREAMS
© Robert C Burnham
You are the angel of my dreams . . . more
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May 29, 2007 04:01 PM EDT --
There I see the lucid reflections of so many that stand so proud, never giving an inch only to be swallowed by the beast of pride.
So loud and proud that this is who they are that if the slightest wind . . . 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 24, 2007 09:13 PM EDT --
I pledge allegiance to an America
without violence, distant and here
And to a country that stands
on it's own feet, in it's own lands
and draws peace close and near.
To a country . . . more
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December 23, 2007 01:19 PM EST --
There is a song inside my mind
I'm not sure how it goes.
It starts off very slowly
But then the melody grows.
The words are so elusive
each time they're not the same.
It is my very favorite . . . more
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February 17, 2008 06:59 PM EST --
Although many miles lie between us
there exists even less between us
t han if we were but mere inches apart.
For now, I cannot possibly forget you
or even neglect you . . . 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.
. . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
I stretch to taste the tears embedded so deep within only to find anguish lingering in the labyrinth, as a child sitting on a hill during a wind storm feeling the . . . more
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July 18, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
When and where we are conceived, only time knows
If we'll make it to this earth, only time knows
Where we come from, only time knows
The major events that'll shape our lives
And make us . . . more
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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.
. . . more
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August 02, 2007 10:14 PM EDT --
His favorite time of day was sunset and looking out at the alpengLOW.
The time before the moon is fully agLOW in the night's sky.
His complexion was salLOW from the months
he had spent indoors . . . more
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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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