Tag: random
group name: freedominpoetry
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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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January 07, 2007 02:20 PM EST --
Fading Hope
Her Idealistic dreams of one true love,
Constantly occupied her mind,
All hope she ever held,
Has been beaten over time,
She once graced the land,
With a smile and heart of gold,
She gave . . . more
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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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September 26, 2006 08:28 AM EDT --
The Oak
In company of daisies,
and bluebells in the field,
you stand noble, ever mighty,
With the wisdom that you yield,
In your bough you hold newborn,
helpless Magpies in your arms,
Squirrels skip . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:38 PM EDT --
In the acquaintance of the sun,
She's a beacon for my life,
Angelic her demeanor,
In a frame of summer light,
We pass through gentle waters,
That embrace the tender sands,
Footprints languish in our . . . more
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October 23, 2006 12:51 PM EDT --
Let Me Dry Your Tears
Please tell me how you feel,
I can not stand to see you cry,
Share with me your burdens,
For I know they plague your mind,
You have been so distant,
I can not feel for you afar, . . . more
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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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January 05, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
Moonlight Eyes
I walked beside the river,
In the emptiness of night,
The waters carried silver,
Cast by the pale moonlight,
I could faintly hear the ticking,
Of the watch upon my wrist,
And the crisp . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:13 AM EST --
English language has acquired a term,
From an event two millennia old,
Its' key figure a man called Christ,
With twelve simple followers-
Cinderella being no historical fact,
Easier for millions to believe the . . . more
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February 19, 2007 02:56 AM EST --
I wait for more snow,
while making my turkey soup,
wishing spring would come.
Flakes falling so endlessly,
slapped with a giant snowball.
Make it go away.
I dream of blue skies;
a wish for one daffodil, . . . more
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January 02, 2007 08:48 PM EST --
Romantic Notions
I have a dream of a love that burns eternal,
No matter the weather, nothing can quell the flames,
And every flicker in my life forever grateful,
Keeping my heart warm to life in the hardest . . . more
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January 04, 2007 09:00 PM EST --
Autumn and Me
The scent of sodden leaves inspires senses,
I feel primal as I venture into the dark,
My modern values and ways hold no meaning,
Me and the world have drifted miles apart,
Through the foliage . . . more
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May 22, 2007 06:10 PM EDT --
Tango between paper and pen.Ink running like sweat down brow I twist and turn in your arms. words appearing,scribbles on page,frantically etched into time. Words beginning as thoughts and moving . . . more
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January 16, 2007 07:52 PM EST --
Hush little baby
I'll sing you a lullaby
Now sleep peacefully.
more
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February 28, 2007 11:30 PM EST --
How helpful do you think it would be if Gather added a spell check to their publish article toolbar?
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July 12, 2008 10:18 AM EDT --
Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again . . . more
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March 30, 2007 04:10 PM EDT --
Incendiary passion rummages,
Stacks of old dried views,
Sequestered long by raison d'être,
Inflammable debris, superfluous-
Spring-cleaning the mind periodically,
An exercise worth time . . . more
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February 12, 2007 01:22 PM EST --
The mind is a subtle saboteur,
Inimical to my brighter side,
Stifles happiness, casually,
Permits doubts to saunter in and preside.
Swallowed pill of optimism,
This chronic sceptic detests,
Put . . . more
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November 11, 2007 09:22 PM EST --
I wrote my first poem at six. I don't have a copy of it saved, but I do remember that it was four lines long, rhymed and was full of patriotic sentiment-- my father was in the Air Force, and as his . . . more
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