Tag: poetry
group name: poetscorner
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May 10, 2008 08:36 PM EDT --
Use your sharp words to cut off my tongue
For they do nothing but curse
Your name
In vain my attempts are faithless
A heartless worm
That seethes beneath the soil
Nothing more than the . . .
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May 16, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Man sits alone
Stares at the wall
He wants to call her
But it won't
Satisfy
His lonely heart
Her words or voice
Can barely touch close enough
To the deepened hole
That encases
Him . . .
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May 13, 2008 10:55 PM EDT --
Do you think men or women are better poets? Why? I almost think men are...
Bob Dylan made me think it.
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June 01, 2008 09:24 PM EDT --
Paint by number town
Cookie cutter houses
With swings and rocking chairs
On their front porches
Crickets sing their evening songs
As children march on home
The sheriff makes his way
Around . . .
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May 14, 2008 10:19 PM EDT --
Mind control
that directs the pen
along the dotted lines
of a piece of cut
paper
slowly over a folded
napkin
easily across
the side of a table
wherever . . .
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September 28, 2008 10:10 PM EDT --
Rustling, rustling leaves
The swishing, swishing, swishing
of squirrels skimpering around trees
The rush of wind that pushes me along
the revving of engines
and squealing of brakes at stop lights . . .
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October 28, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Intensity consuming the air around you
The electrical energy surging through the walls
The rustic, sweet smell of your breath lingering
Among these sensations the sensitive touch that continues down . . .
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April 28, 2008 06:43 PM EDT --
Hello everyone! Thank you for joining this group. I just wanted to give you all a brief overview of how this group will "work". Write a poem, short story, or prose and post . . .
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August 22, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
This black and white
world of mine
Has a subtle way
of soothing
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October 28, 2008 06:13 AM EDT --
You may feel distant
Your thoughts don't seem to matter
Compared to the trash thrown around you
You constantly fight through
Your anxious shakes
To write a straight line
But the jagged . . .
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June 02, 2008 11:13 PM EDT --
Everytime I catch your eye
I feel butterflies in my stomach.
Whenever I see you smile
My entire world lights up.
Everytime you brush against me
I tremble with delight.
I can't wait . . .
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March 10, 2007 12:11 AM EST --
This does not come from my personal experience, but it is my way of reflecting the thoughts and experiences of someone very dear to my heart.
I find myself on my hands and knees,
disoriented . . .
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November 29, 2006 07:02 PM EST --
The Question was written December 26, 1996, the day my wife of 15 years arrived home from work to inform me she no longer wanted the honor of that title. As one can imagine, the devastation was complete. . . .
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June 27, 2008 12:13 AM EDT --
I wear my rainbow shoes
To put a smile on my face,
When nobody calls,
When I'm all alone,
When it's raining all day.
I put on my rainbow shoes
To take the pain away.
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August 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Framed In A Windowpane
Framed in a windowpane
Are memories of
Sunrises and sunsets
Surprises and upsets
Sunny days and rainy days
Snow showers and spring flowers
Togetherness and Solitude . . .
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May 12, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Before I get to the poem, first let me share a little backstory on it. This was written some time in the 90's. I don't claim it to be good as I was so young at the time. Very few have seen this . . .
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June 02, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Slip the blade under my skin.
Let the crimson river flow
Out of my body
And onto the ground.
Scarlet flowing freely.
Fresh, sweet pain
Cutting into flesh.
The sharp edge of metal . . .
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January 29, 2007 01:45 AM EST --
There is a war raging inside my head;
how many more days will I lie in this bed?
Depression so dark I cannot see,
anxiety so thick I cannot breath.
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March 14, 2007 12:41 AM EDT --
It looks like me,
sounds like me,
and may often consume me,
though I assure you,
it is not me.
It may speak for me,
think for me,
and may even act for me,
but I promise you,
it is not . . .
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March 17, 2007 01:12 AM EDT --
Rotting in prison, here I shall stay;
cold, cramped, and dark in this lonely cell.
Visitors come, but I usually run them away;
no one should see me in this hell.
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