Tag: random
group name: poetspassion
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February 23, 2007 08:51 PM EST --
I want to talk
I want to speak
Will you listen?
Will you hear?
Or will you be like
all
the
others
and smile
and nod
Without listening?
Without hearing the words?
I want to speak
I want to talk
What is . . . more
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January 18, 2007 11:40 AM EST --
Broken poisoned arrow of trust
pierces sunken heart:
bleeding silently,
with quaking muscle tearing off
pieces, pieces
I hold them out
in loving hands
but find myself alone.
Screaming mutely . . . more
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January 21, 2007 11:15 PM EST --
The last beats echoing
In the silence of the room
Followed by a gasp of despair
The rushing in my ears
The hollowness in my soul
All stopped by utter silence
Time stops, worlds collide . . . more
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January 05, 2007 02:27 PM EST --
Time
Time
slips by silently
in a rush.
Unstoppable
as it passes
leaving only memories
in its wake.
. . . more
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January 28, 2007 02:45 PM EST --
These birds are psychotic
they break through my dreams
crying with daylight
in another two moonfuls
they'll abandon me
like a springtime lover decked in pink leaves
only to crumble in . . . more
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January 24, 2007 01:25 PM EST --
I sit alone sleeping,
as I lie wide awake.
Hysterically laughing,
as I cry at my fate.
I see their mouths moving,
but a word I can't hear,
Hatred is growing,
as kindness disappears.
Upon the highway . . . more
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January 06, 2007 10:36 PM EST --
What happened to the youthful days
when bedtime meant falling onto the sheets
in the wee hours of the morning,
mascara streaks across the pillowcase,
too tired to wash face
after dancing and . . . more
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September 22, 2007 07:29 PM EDT --
The sun shines alike on grasper and dreamer,
whenever clouds and their rain are working
elsewhere. The sun smites, it burns, it calls deep
into the skin, incites rebellion
whenever . . . more
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February 08, 2008 11:26 AM EST --
drifting into a world outside this
she considers
what might occur
if she offered her lips as a prize
hints of sweet
scents of sugar
doors of opportunity
if attentions could . . . more
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January 25, 2007 12:46 AM EST --
Looking out my door tonight,
Into my back yard's golden light,
I saw the snowflakes drifting past,
And thought that winter's come, at last,
Just as I had thought it might.
. . . more
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December 27, 2006 10:59 PM EST --
Have nothing to do with me if you cant accept me.
Take me as I am
I think you dont think.
As I am.............
more
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December 27, 2006 08:29 PM EST --
Upon a hilly-ridge I sat...
The Sun called out to me...
"Let me warm you, What do you see?"
I replied...so many beautiful things are free...
The air I breathe...sweet-snowy taste
Snowflakes . . . more
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June 13, 2007 11:21 AM EDT --
If the cornea replaces itself
every 24 hours,
have these eyes
absorbed your beauty?
If the skin regenerates itself
every 30 days,
are the violations
no longer scored?
If blood cells refresh themselves . . . more
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October 06, 2007 08:04 PM EDT --
The glow of haiku:
Peace in shades of blue and green,
Cool lotus, deep trees.
My words are spice-bright, burning
Cinnamon, clove and saffron.
more
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June 10, 2008 02:00 PM EDT --
When she sees him,
her first thought
is of the myth of the Yup'ik
and the hundreds of words
they have for snow.
It seems unfair that English
does not provide her
with hundreds . . . more
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September 01, 2007 08:41 PM EDT --
An old-technology love poem.
SIDE TWO
1
you have to go out there alone they say
alone and backward by candlelight
to gather the names and faces of home
and forward into . . . more
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August 19, 2007 04:42 PM EDT --
Haven't done anything stupid for love lately.
Lost that touch or dropped the facade.
No more tangled breath or startled heart.
Gone to their futures without me,
Lovers . . . more
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December 26, 2006 10:37 AM EST --
Mind races - Can’t sleep.
Toss and turn and toss again.
Alarm rings too soon.
more
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January 01, 2007 09:47 AM EST --
Not the year ahead
but the now of this today.
Your precious canvas.
more
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March 19, 2006 04:52 PM EST --
'Sublimation'
I get some
solace
dear,
in writing
my misfortunes
down
in verses.
All the little,
(and not so little)
slings and arrows
and
reverses.
Now,
isn't that
. . . more
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