Tag: poetry
group name: freedominpoetry
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June 19, 2007 04:46 PM EDT --
(I wrote this during a group writing exercise where we submitted secrets and then chose one that was not ours. The secret I chose was this: I am not sure who the father of my baby is, and I'm afraid . . . 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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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 30, 2008 09:22 PM EDT --
Whispers of nature
All strewn in a cup
Civilisation hears.
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August 06, 2008 01:24 AM EDT --
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February 18, 2007 12:53 AM EST --
I’d give my right arm
To be ambidextrous
I’d give lungs or gills
To be amphibious
I’d give all my mobility
To be ambulatory
I’d give and take
To avoid ambiguity
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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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May 09, 2007 06:58 AM EDT --
Untitled
They say that tomorrow is as yet unwritten
yet each day for me is a repetition of yesterday
and predicting my own future is as simple
As recollecting my sordid . . . more
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October 06, 2007 08:35 PM EDT --
The New River flows up and down and all around the south. It is the oldest river in the United States, I have been told.
The Watauga River, the Catawba River, the Cumberland River sweep through the mountains . . . more
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February 22, 2007 04:02 PM EST --
The garden of life
Is like an ancient library
Where each question
Discovers a story
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June 20, 2008 10:02 PM EDT --
On toward evening,
when Apollo was completing the final segment
of his long arcing ride across the sky,
the emanating rays of his gleaming chariot
blanketed the earth,
not with . . . 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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February 01, 2007 06:58 PM EST --
Lonely landless heartaches
Found mournful hearts and
Remembered passing migrants
On tracks that
Forever hide the rhytm
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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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August 21, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
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When the frogs die
When the skies darken
When the canopy opens
When the bat eats its last insect
When the song sparrow is silenced
When the sun is blurred black
When the . . . more
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January 05, 2008 04:05 AM EST --
Coffee beans of everything
brown drops of golden dew
the elixir of gold
from centuries past.
Gems of brown
ingested with delight.
The strange union
of blood and sweat, . . . 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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March 01, 2007 09:47 PM EST --
He bestow to me a child in part,
I wholly gave my fairest heart
Yearning of my soul, please don't whither now,
Unborn child a gift. . . . more
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