Tag: poems
group name: thepoetryreview
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July 21, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
Voices joined
Whirl in my head
Pain abounds
Flowing in the wind
No joy here
Chaos in its stead
Close my eyes
Feel darkness
Closing . . .
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September 24, 2008 02:34 PM EDT --
r o l l ercoster girl
hums sweetly during the clack clack clack rise to the . . .
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July 18, 2007 09:55 AM EDT --
I didn't know
you'd be something to miss
Stored Away,
returned on the whisper of the wind
The memory of one perfect kiss
The deliciousness of young love
floods my brain
Rain washes over . . .
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July 21, 2007 01:42 AM EDT --
My only child is 17 and a half today.
Turn back the clock, is there any way?
"6 months til I'm legal ma!" What can I say.
She wants to grow up so fast, the gaul! . . .
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July 18, 2008 09:10 AM EDT --
When and where we are conceived, only time knows
If we'll make it to this earth, only time knows
Where we come from, only time knows
The major events that'll shape our lives
And make us . . .
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July 21, 2007 01:37 PM EDT --
I can feel the Earth move
Blackness glowing with stars
Swirling just out of reach
It doesn't seem real
What is the reason?
Magic
. . .
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July 18, 2007 04:08 PM EDT --
From the very beginning
a daughter touches your heart
with her love and affection.
She has a way of making you want to give her
all that's beautiful in the world,
because her hugs are the sweetest . . .
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July 27, 2007 04:56 PM EDT --
Avow
White gossamer lace
Entwined souls forever bound
Floating rain of rice
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July 18, 2007 09:53 AM EDT --
The wind blows my dreams
To all corners of my mind
Floating free
Tormenting me
Holding me back from all that could be
You're there
Calling to me . . .
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July 21, 2007 12:16 AM EDT --
The memory of that day, a rip in time
I should have walked away
Run toward the sublime
Looking toward the purple sky, I hoped for a sign
Nothing but diamonds . . .
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November 04, 2007 02:58 PM EST --
Hello, this is AJ Richman with two questions. One, are there any poetry contests on gather anytime soon? And if so, which one of the poems(if you read them) that i wrote should i enter? Please leave some . . .
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January 23, 2007 06:16 AM EST --
Love
On the island of flowers
This day of spring
Frisky butterflies on heat
Sumptuous wings
Free spirits
In tender moments
Of absolute bliss
Bonding in secret places of
Beauty . . .
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February 11, 2007 02:21 AM EST --
Now I lay down to sleep
But, I can't...so
With me, a book I read
I try to take away the pain
to forget about you
and when you ripped my life away
I am having trouble breathing . . .
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March 10, 2007 11:46 PM EST --
You said you weren't my father
my mom lied on her back
you said you weren't my father
and was never coming back
I was happy
maybe mom had
at least ONE good time
If what you said . . .
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October 19, 2007 06:09 PM EDT --
To a Rose
Oh Rose as bright as yonder sun,
Which lights the world’s life never done,
And shows to me thy radiance true,
When shown reflected off of you.
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July 20, 2007 07:55 PM EDT --
I walk with you, watching the flowers break free from the hard ground
The wind blows across my cheek, gently caressing trees into awakening
Azure blue floats above us, swirling white . . .
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July 27, 2007 03:20 PM EDT --
My heart beats for just you my love
hear it calling to you in the night
to fill your heart with pure delight
a sweet song of joy sent from above.
Let me take you in my arms tonight
hold you close . . .
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August 03, 2007 12:58 AM EDT --
Ask me to sacrafice what's left
Find the fire in my eyes
Fight through the hole that was my heart
Go all the way
I wait in pain, hiding in the shadow within me
Hoping I won't be . . .
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March 08, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
(This is another poem I wrote when I was a teenager)
To be a friend or not to be
That's the question you ask me
You want me to do something that's wrong
I didn't know confusion . . .
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July 26, 2007 09:05 PM EDT --
Red Eye
High across the valley
my neighbor’s awake
In his cockpit of light.
A late shift poet maybe?
Catching the red eye
To the next metaphor.
Gripping the stick
with thumb and fingers.
Fighting . . .
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