Tag: people
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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August 06, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
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October 24, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
Auschwitz
Ghostly tears of lost spirits,
The wounding of whip,
Their memories remain,
Upon the clench of my fist,
As I see the photographs,
Of dead body masses,
Old tattered clothes,
Gold teeth and glasses, . . . more
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December 13, 2007 09:41 PM EST --
This is a re-post from earlier. Thank you for reading again.
Every one leaves
William stays
Everyone is sick of saving me
William stands . . . more
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March 31, 2007 01:06 AM EDT --
I wrote this in the middle of the night after one of my nightmares....Sorry but have to let it out.
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January 04, 2007 09:07 PM EST --
The Little Face of Truth
I see a smile gracing the face of truth,
As my nephew runs free,
In a way I once ran,
And I reach out to the days long gone,
Just holding his hand,
Makes me more of a man,
His . . . more
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November 07, 2007 05:41 AM EST --
Fire laden stars circle
frigid moon
Tracing the shape of you
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December 08, 2007 10:20 PM EST --
In the sixties she drank southern comfort on the rocks
just like Janis
In the seventies she slept in a car by the orange grove
for her freedom
The eighties found her love in her daughters . . . more
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May 07, 2007 01:26 PM EDT --
She nonchalantly walks through the door.
To her it was just another store.
She looks the part—together, well dressed.
Not at all like a disheveled mess.
She's no different than the other . . . more
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February 03, 2007 03:26 AM EST --
The magical moon
rises above barren trees,
giving us new dreams.
The sun's out brightly
gleaming off frozen landscapes,
shows us ghosts of warmth.
Depression in grey
clouds that seem to last so . . . more
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March 31, 2007 02:30 AM EDT --
With our feet we walk around
And see so many things,
It all depends what shape we're in,
Or if our feet have wings.
If I just had a speed bike
I could peddle everywhere
I could even . . . more
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May 22, 2007 06:08 PM EDT --
Large ebony spots hanging heavy in the sky
like teardrops filling with
saline solution
just before plunging to the ground.
But these ink blots of jet will stay
for a while
until
defying gravity . . . more
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October 26, 2006 07:09 PM EDT --
I wanted to share the lyrics to my favorite song, at present, and possibly introduce you to one of the most talented song writers around. The band, The Decemberists, have a remarkable vocabulary and . . . more
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January 09, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
The Forgotten Children
Children bereft of love,
Forlornness haunts there eyes,
A stare beyond steel bars,
All they have known within there lives,
A rope restrains their hands,
The same questions . . . more
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September 01, 2007 02:14 PM EDT --
FOOL’S BALLAD – [Part I]
- When folly begets misery, Fool trips miserably.
by: Adlina
Oh, what purpose do I serve in this life?
Caught in between deceit and folly and lies
Did . . . more
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February 21, 2008 10:25 PM EST --
It seems every time I say I love you it turns out bad. Either the person moves away or I move away.
My best friend of 5 years we are now 8 hours(3 states) away from each other.
My cousin was . . . more
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January 04, 2007 09:04 PM EST --
Vivid Waters
Vivid dreams carried upon the water,
Drift by as the river gently flows,
Thoughts of her infused in morning sunlight,
Hypnotize upon a dancing golden glow,
Her face upon the surface softly . . . more
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December 13, 2006 01:48 PM EST --
flowers that
we both picked;
sent to me
warped and stained,
stay unwrapped,
precisely like letters-
as from me to you
(c)gautami.tripathy
~Dec 04, 2006
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February 18, 2007 01:57 AM EST --
The sky made me feel small
that day we walked through history
and I felt disconnected from myself.
The trees were shedding bark
because all the wind had gone
and the leaves tumbled away
yet they still . . . more
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