Tag: writing
group name: poetrybyus
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January 31, 2007 06:20 PM EST --
snow and sleet mixing
to make a wintery mix
it is really cold
the snow is sticking
first we have had this winter
a fireplace would rock
heads up mouths open . . . more
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April 02, 2007 04:55 PM EDT --
*This is a poetry style I found out about yesterday by happenstance. It is most likely a style that has been created but while we wait to find the name of such creator, I wanted to share it with . . . more
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January 29, 2007 10:41 PM EST --
The snow is falling
the wind is howling loudly
the trees are swaying
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August 21, 2007 02:46 PM EDT --
One cannot manipulate the muses to inspire
Nor force by will the synapses inside our brains to fire
We wait for verse to pick its own sweet timing and desire
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October 31, 2007 12:28 PM EDT --
I drifted down like an autumn leaf
My glory fading from red to brown
It's time to shed an old skin
I've been alive too long, existing
One moment at a time, one particle
Of sand.
There's . . . more
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October 31, 2007 12:31 PM EDT --
The walls of my mind were not made
With enough space in between their way
The cornerstones are being worried
Worried away
. . . more
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February 11, 2007 12:43 AM EST --
I am done tonight
i may write some more haikus
but posting will wait
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October 23, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
You . . . more
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May 24, 2008 03:55 PM EDT --
Silent river flows along mossy banks
just as it did many years ago
when I was a little girl;
The picnic table still stands,
wood rotting away as if from a slow cancer, . . . more
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June 08, 2008 04:16 PM EDT --
So many times
she would pray
for a touch
a tear
a sign
she was alive,
and
so . . . more
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July 15, 2008 12:15 PM EDT --
I brush crumbs to the floor
to make way for paper and pen,
wondering why
I'm left with the remains
of someone's late night sandwich
when all I want to do is
. . . more
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February 10, 2007 11:11 PM EST --
may be a point whore
at least it is my own words
it does take some thought
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November 15, 2007 01:28 PM EST --
Welcome Poetry Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this poem.
"It doesn't . . . more
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May 18, 2008 03:19 AM EDT --
If I'd died while you still loved me,
Then I would never know the pain
of watching you walk away
and being all alone again.
If I'd died in the beginning,
before I memorized your face, . . . more
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September 24, 2007 11:28 AM EDT --
Truth: Life’s Richest Claret
© 2007 Barbra L.
Life’s ensnarements
rarely bring us the rarefied joys
for which we long.
Instead they bring us tares ~
that . . . more
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October 27, 2007 09:55 PM EDT --
Welcome all Poets and Writers members and anyone who should find this poem.
" Aim at being loved without . . . more
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October 31, 2007 12:38 PM EDT --
Forgive me father, for I am sin.
Bartemaus:
I remember once, of a time long, long ago, before my birth. It was a time of hardship, a time of strife. That time was called The Awakening. . . . more
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March 15, 2008 01:07 AM EDT --
In hell
Death is all around me
as I move across the hill
brothers falling that I see
as we move to take the ville.
Tracers streaming through the night
light up the jungle sky . . . more
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March 31, 2007 10:58 AM EDT --
Alone forever?
Standing on the dock
My voice echoes in black sky
And travels to stars
Dogs within two miles
Can hear my cry in the night
The sky hears nothing . . . more
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January 29, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
Randy is our knight
his friendliness is catching
his white horse stands tall
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