Tag: poem
group name: onewordatatime
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November 30, 2006 03:27 PM EST --
Swing yourself as high
as the length of chains will go.
It is there at the top of the arc.
That split moment
of motionless, weightless thrill
before gravity claims you.
Close your eyes,
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December 15, 2006 11:43 AM EST --
Cherished(for Muni)
You catch my tears
And drink them
Transmute to mirth
You feed me
How is it in four days, four meals
You find me?
Where near forty years
The fathers four failed . . . more
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December 15, 2006 11:40 AM EST --
Sing(for my namesake)
I see your melancholy
You see mine
In this city of crazed bees
You float with serenity
Your words strong and true
Pierce my armour through
Sing, you say
Find . . . more
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November 02, 2006 10:05 PM EST --
light to light
the tips of passion
touch as fingertips
gentle turns to night
and savagery simmers,
broiling our blood,
burning our flesh
we ride upon waves
of molten liquid sex
rising to the . . . more
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September 23, 2006 11:47 AM EDT --
My life was a puzzle
made of many pieces.
Each one connected to the other
without quite the right fit...
jagged edges, missing pieces.
You entered my life,
and scattered your pieces among mine... . . . more
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September 21, 2007 06:29 AM EDT --
Camaieu is a technique that employs two or three tints of a single color other than gray, to create a monochromatic image without regard to local or realistic color . (From Wikipedia) . . . more
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September 30, 2006 08:20 PM EDT --
I'd tell but
You'd make a joke
I'd reach out
But you would flinch
I'd give but you wouldn't know
What went into this gift of heart
And how I wanted it to touch yours
I'd ask but . . . more
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June 29, 2007 06:51 AM EDT --
Came kicking and screaming into that new world
changing more than just the attitude in me
Red hair and long legs just like me but yet again
not me, . . . more
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July 31, 2007 02:07 PM EDT --
some eyes are meadows
flower tops ruffle endlessly
the open embrace of more
some eyes are bark and twine
sturdy and autumn crisp
hammer and nail precise
some eyes are chapels
holy water . . . more
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September 26, 2006 07:09 PM EDT --
Late night writing
There is something to be said
For staying up most of the night
To clear ones busy head
Silence is what's healing
My soul this balmy night
I woke up broken, down and scared . . . more
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October 03, 2006 07:59 PM EDT --
i have slipped into the pauses of your words
settling into the awkward silences
i am there before you speak
i can feel the brushing of your lips
the gushing of hot molten air
rising up from your windpipe . . . more
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September 26, 2006 02:14 PM EDT --
what is poetry?
a few have asked.
i don't blame them
they know not'
rhyme and rhythm
is that all?
no my dears,
it's not!
i write what I see
i write what I feel
i write about love
i write about . . . more
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November 05, 2006 02:09 PM EST --
believe
i wear my skin like a loose leafed tree
the release of sins and saints
wait for your command
autumnal winds will bring you here
and send you clamoring down my spine. . . . more
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September 23, 2006 01:47 PM EDT --
My Loves Remains With Time
Time never ceases.
It's everlasting.
It's ongoing...
Without end.
It continues throughout our lives
And when we pass,
Time goes on after us.
Just as my . . . more
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September 23, 2006 01:48 PM EDT --
Yesterday you failed to notice me
As I walked down the school hall.
I felt like a dirty spoon left from dinner,
Waiting to be washed.
I slipped into the classroom quietly
And someone finally glanced . . . more
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September 18, 2006 07:29 AM EDT --
the poem pecked out so carefully
(on the metal typewriter
where the keys stuck
and the white correction fluid
goop
created a rorschah . . . more
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September 23, 2006 12:12 PM EDT --
I catch a glimpse of yellow as the sun
Slips over the horizon in the distant sky.
No more painted pictures; night has begun
As Mother Nature sings her lullaby.
A gentle evening breeze begins to stir. . . . more
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October 19, 2006 08:06 PM EDT --
I love the poetic flow of the letter w…
As it weaves within my words.
Welcomed words of wisdom,
Weep in the wine of worry.
Worn and weathered,
The weight of the world
Wearily . . . more
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May 15, 2007 09:38 AM EDT --
Source: wikipedia.com; Thirteen Ways of Looking at Poem by Wendy Bishop
The sestina dates back as early as the twelfth century and is made up of 39 lines : six sestets (groups of . . . more
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November 11, 2007 07:32 PM EST --
Like Rapunzel’s golden h air , trailing . . . more
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