Tag: poetry please
group name: poetryplease
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October 25, 2007 11:56 AM EDT --
Suffering eyes
faces of grieving
we sit and watch
growling tummies
and cries
We see and forget
find hard
for an extra buck
but find soon price for
smoke . . . more
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February 02, 2008 03:07 AM EST --
Her soft hands weaving my tight braid
As growing the relationship more strong
Unfold layers, one untouched one unbraid
A nameless mantra I heard in her song
A drop . . . more
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July 15, 2008 09:20 PM EDT --
He plied his trade before the pearlier gates
And holier dreams implied
And heavenliest guide.
She buried all her hopes in costliest crate
Belief likely belied
Left unallied.
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September 15, 2008 06:50 PM EDT --
The image in the glass won't let me pass
But gazes back at me censoriously.
It whispers words unheard; the glass has blurred
Its sound to silent noise ingloriously.
The image has no depth . . . more
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January 25, 2008 06:54 PM EST --
He is mighty and invincible
Infinite miracles he performs
Managed his incredible feat
Of being worshipped with
Revealed, unrevealed axioms
Sitting on a throne . . . more
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May 06, 2008 11:00 AM EDT --
The question has been raised with regard to a specific form - the sestina , which has 39 lines. I have no objection to increasing the line limit to 40 for everyone. I wanted . . . more
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May 22, 2008 08:34 PM EDT --
Although Anzac day has passed, I thought in the spirit of the Veteran's Day articles, I would like to honour Australian soldiers. This particular poem was inspired by the battle of the Kokoda Trail . . . more
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August 21, 2008 07:03 PM EDT --
We live in different time-zones: They
Wake up at noon, sleep through the early day
And light the night
Where wild computers fight.
We live in different time-zones: Soon . . . more
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August 26, 2008 03:21 PM EDT --
Search for me
Tell me you'll find me
Try to remind me
What we've begun.
Search for me
Warm getting hotter
Ought to and got to
Coming undone.
Search for . . . more
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September 03, 2008 07:41 PM EDT --
Pride comes before
What follows, sore
And aching heart
And sorrows, more
Deserved; they start
To swallow, store
All pride imparts
To hollowed core
Of hope; depart
Unhallowed . . . more
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February 23, 2008 08:58 PM EST --
Twinkle Star
Twinkly, Twinkling
Twinkler Star
Twinkilingest Star
Blink and Twinkle
Twinkle and Blink
Send me a Message
Very succinct
Blink the secrets of eons ago
Of Mankind To Me Pleading . . . more
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . . more
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March 03, 2008 04:16 PM EST --
Here are the rules. I will supply the first three lines, then the next person, or team, will supply the next two line stanza. In Renga, the first three line stanza typically . . . more
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June 28, 2008 08:43 PM EDT --
"Parting"
How striking our ties,
our quickened senses;
our broken hearts,
our recompenses.
We'll add to the waters
a floodgate . . . more
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July 11, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
The sprout emerges
roots drawing in nourishment
from the forest floor
nearby flora competing
struggling to feed and to thrive.
(This is an entry written for the Gather . . . more
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February 20, 2008 10:59 AM EST --
The world twirls
A juggler's trick
A plate on a stick
While we balance
Lives, love, laughter
On the brim
Music, art, poems
On a whim
Hold on
Hold tight
Enjoy the ride
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April 29, 2008 07:00 PM EDT --
Collecting sea shells as she walks the beach
In her pocket she absently drops them
Staring out as the waves crash to shore
The sunset on the horizon glowing . . . more
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May 14, 2008 12:45 AM EDT --
Come Ceridwen
Triple goddess of grace and change
The maiden, the mother, the crone
Three faces, three worlds
Earth, the heavens and the sidhe
Thrice loved by all who behold you . . . more
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May 17, 2008 01:37 PM EDT --
"The Front Porch Swing"
My memory bank overflows with interest
When I . . . more
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June 28, 2008 11:35 AM EDT --
Sometimes the words flow
they gush
in fact flood
they rush
through the canyons
of cranium pass
They splash in your noggin
Jump from your pencil tip
Squirt through your fingers . . . more
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