Tag: death
group name: poetrybyus
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April 02, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Vital element:
all life hinges on water.
Too much suffocates.
Too little parches and kills.
Quench us, wash us, let us live.
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February 07, 2007 09:27 PM EST --
After Frost
The soil is lovely, moist, and deep
Where sprightly earthworms plow,
the April rains upon us seep,
though we don't . . . more
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November 12, 2007 05:47 PM EST --
Some see the glass as half empty
Some half full
But there are more important questions
Whose answers we'll never know
What's the meaning of life?
And why . . . more
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November 26, 2007 09:50 PM EST --
i know i write a lot of sad poems, but i like to write drama, please give me feedback
He gets out of his car
Grabs it and slams the car door
Oh, how . . . more
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November 30, 2007 06:07 PM EST --
leave a comment w/ feedback and the haiku you like best.ENJOY!
"Prayer"
Even though they're gone
We pray for them night and day
Our loving soldiers
"Warmth"
The . . . more
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March 02, 2008 04:12 PM EST --
She would draw
The curtains;
Peer through a
Small chink at
The moon; feel
The stark cold
Loneliness
Of the room
Behind; the
Empty cot;
The stillness;
The ghostly
Breath of babe; . . . more
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November 26, 2007 09:21 PM EST --
How will it feel
To lose one's breath
To be finally touched
By the cold hand of death
Will it be dark
Will it be light
Will there be nothing
Or will . . . more
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August 30, 2007 11:11 AM EDT --
Oh death, rock me to sleep.
Slip in and take me away.
While I rest in slumber's cloak
let me go in the night of day.
I have lived thru the rumble
much of life's turmoil and strife.
The edge . . . more
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September 16, 2007 09:38 PM EDT --
malware spreads freely
read write permission granted
corruption assured
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October 05, 2007 03:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes she sits and broods
And knows the darkly moods
Will pull her down
And let her drown
In memories unlocked
From dark rooms. Nothing blocked
From the sad days and hours.
All this . . . more
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January 28, 2008 08:25 PM EST --
(sorry if this goes to non-poem groups)
I would like to share a list
Of things you should know
About me in general
Things that I dont show
Sometimes Im Happy
Sometimes im not
Sometimes . . . more
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March 22, 2007 07:59 PM EDT --
the split belly
of a South Central Liner
spilling metallic intestines
over a rusty track
the picked remains
of a bum's last meal
a black speckled
bird's hymnal crowing
and the exposed
white . . . more
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February 24, 2008 11:33 AM EST --
Strange and beautiful,
silent stalker filled with grace;
Death is a whisper;
Time, a dark shadow looming,
reflecting on mirrored glass.
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May 30, 2008 03:31 AM EDT --
It all began with
Sinatra singing
From a radio
In the corner of
The room and Donna's
Fat husband, Joey
Singing along with
The voice, making an
Awful sound, like cats
In a sack . . . more
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March 09, 2008 03:47 AM EDT --
I resent your getting old,
Death's cold touch seems closer now.
Somehow, when I draw quite near
I smell the fear in my pores,
And those claws, crimson and black,
Seek to draw back through . . . more
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February 20, 2006 02:08 PM EST --
Written April 2005:
'Pale Spring'
(for GBL)
A squirrel scolds,
I do not start,
daffodils
don't shout out loud,
the surly trees
refuse their part,
leaves
clenched tight
in buds ungiving, . . . more
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April 10, 2008 06:45 PM EDT --
( This is dedicated to my little girl, Maryanna Hope Williams, who died in stillbirth 13 years ago this month. I wrote this the same week that we lost her)
Conceived by love . . . more
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December 23, 2007 02:36 AM EST --
They'll say that God had need of her
Before her time,
That angels sought her company
For beauty's sake
In mind or soul,
That stars will shine far brighter
In the night of all their dread . . . more
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May 30, 2008 04:16 AM EDT --
And she crossed the room
Hoping the baby
Would be there, and that
Maybe she got it
Wrong those months ago
And that the cot would
Be full again with
Sound and movement and
That baby chuckle . . . more
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May 24, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
You're one hour gone my little dog,
and I, for the first time, am
entering this house without you.
I stoop and put away these things of you,
It hurts me now to see them:
your food, your dish, . . . more
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