Tag: writing
group name: zealforpoetry
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May 03, 2007 06:37 PM EDT --
Popularity
Popularity, oh what does it really matter?
It doesn’t mean anything, unless you’re as mad as a hatter.
Everyday you go through school and see the labels stuck to your . . .
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August 04, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
"Next Stop Poem Contest Submission"
Night Train Serenade
On still summer nights
with the windows open wide,
I hear faint, familiar music;
steel . . .
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May 07, 2007 09:43 PM EDT --
Hey everyone. I love dancing, so here's one for all the dancers!
One, two, three
Hey everyone look at me.
I'm soaring and gliding across the dance floor,
Clapping and cheering, the . . .
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September 16, 2008 10:07 PM EDT --
the cold this winter
seeps so softly with the snow
drift ing on its cold flake slow
feather.
I hum a tune so melancholy
saturated in blossoming blue
drops against the train . . .
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September 19, 2007 12:02 PM EDT --
How can I long
For what should be mine?
How can I find
What I already know?
Are there different clouds
Over different seas?
Are there sands
That are more golden?
All I know now is this . . .
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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 . . .
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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, . . .
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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 . . .
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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
. . .
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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 . . .
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August 07, 2008 09:57 AM EDT --
find myself,
too ready.
so ripe, but to burst,
drooling
nectar
swollen sauce
hoping to intoxicate.
falling to(wards) you
r hand
with out . . .
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June 05, 2007 08:31 PM EDT --
I didn’t want to listen to what you said,
I thought I knew it all; everything I needed to know was inside my head.
And whenever I stumbled or began to fall,
You were always there to lift . . .
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March 13, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
Welcome Poetry Play on Words members and anyone who should happen on this poem.
"I worry about everything, all the time"
T.C. Boyle
Sca red Sac red . . .
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May 15, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
I pricked my finger
for the hundreth time today
. . .
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May 16, 2008 11:01 AM EDT --
I have nothing that is truly mine
other than the words I pen;
They cannot be stolen, and if ever lost,
I know they are somewhere inside;
Imperfect . . .
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June 05, 2008 08:08 AM EDT --
May the light guide you,
infuse your being,
calm your fears,
guide you through the storm;
May joyful days find you,
filling you with laughter,
. . .
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June 09, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
What is it about fear
that causes us to hold it close like a lover?
We embrace it,
trust it, let it ingrain our very beings
until we are paralyzed,
and in that inability to move,
we feel safe. . . .
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June 13, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
Time is precious,
not to be wasted;
Life is sweet,
meant to be tasted;
Why wither away
our moments?
The time for living is now!
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May 03, 2007 06:41 PM EDT --
This is not about me at all, and this didn't happen. I was inspired to write it after I heard a song on the radio. Enjoy!
A Little Promise
I made a little promise to the one . . .
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October 23, 2008 09:25 PM EDT --
this is delicious.
sleeps into my tongue,
with liquid
cream
exciting shiver buds so popping melt,
and
in this saloon,
refresh in drink sit cool,
I push away the glass.
I hear the . . .
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