Tag: love
group name: freedominpoetry
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January 02, 2008 06:41 AM EST --
I once looked at the moon and thought it was made of cheese.
My friends laughed at me. I never mentioned it again
I wanted to close my eyes and see only darkness there. rather than the swirling . . . more
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June 18, 2007 08:30 PM EDT --
I didn't know what happened until this morning. I didn't know why my heart ached and soared at the same time, nor how I could feel desperation, anxiety, fear, and hope all in the same breath. I . . . more
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August 06, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
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December 12, 2006 09:16 AM EST --
a brown-eyed little girl huddles in a corner
listening to the venom fly
between two who vow love,
and she cries.
years later
a young teenage girl lies in bed
as her mind leaves . . . more
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February 21, 2007 10:20 AM EST --
Smudged heads, examined hearts,
thus, our Lenten fasting starts.
We are dust, but formed by Love
Holy Breath gives life a shove.
Now we long for Love's embrace,
to coax our wills toward . . . more
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March 12, 2007 02:21 PM EDT --
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The sun blazes.
We know what it is.
Its rays flood .
We chart the physics of them.
That light-wave combo platter
a feast . . . more
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May 09, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
De Ja Vu
I knew you well a long time ago.
In another place,
at another time;
a friendship of the soul
A bond forged
for reasons
Neither of us know,
Just a feeling
that we . . . more
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October 31, 2006 12:15 PM EST --
I love this poem, so in the essence of Halloween.......
Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven
[First published in 1845]
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint . . . more
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May 14, 2007 07:34 PM EDT --
I've always loved the poetry of Pablo Neruda (1904-1973), Chilean poet, diplomat, politician, and 1971 Nobel Laureate in Literature. His Twenty Poems of Love and a Song of Despair are a classic, and . . . more
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January 09, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Hot skin,
cool sheets;
You and me,
a delicious treat;
Gentle caresses,
lips parted;
Oh Love,
look what you've started!
Passion's promise,
fuel to the fire;
Come here, . . . more
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October 15, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
I'm tired of searching for the perfect words,
tired of the reason,
tired of the rhyme;
How can a broken heart
. . . more
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
. . . more
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December 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . . more
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December 21, 2006 09:52 PM EST --
Though miles away,
I can feel you near;
I breathe you in
like the scent of rain
as it lingers
after a spring shower.
Oh, my love
how can this be?
How can every fiber
of my being be so . . . more
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January 13, 2007 03:11 PM EST --
The mysteries of the stars are kept
In files of immense singularity,
Just as one thought of you and me
Would fill up all the spaces of my mind
Am I a mystery to you?
You are a must to me!
How may we . . . more
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July 19, 2007 01:03 PM EDT --
Scream
when everything hurts
from the fire of letting go.
Sparks shooting through fraught nerves,
thought warring against heart
in that epic unrequited battle.
Cry
when the hot tears pool . . . more
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March 04, 2007 08:01 PM EST --
When I asked for a hint on 14 across
You said, “Read me the clue, since you’re at a loss.”
“It’s a mammal, three letters, ends with a ‘U’”
“Gnu” . . . more
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March 07, 2008 01:08 AM EST --
he stepped forward
through dusty shadows
and reached inside her
he laid his hands around
her core
holding firmly
a curative honesty,
he . . . more
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August 17, 2007 05:04 PM EDT --
The eye, a treasured, precious orb,
tear moistened sphere beneath the brow,
by it the world we can absorb.
Scenes form as waves of light allow.
Rods, cones, retina, optic . . . more
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November 07, 2007 12:39 PM EST --
Here we are
planted, rooted atop
another’s base
seeking shelter under
an intricate fan
of drooping mango leaves;
it’s fruit hangs heavy
tempting taste.
Privately, . . . more
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