Tag: love
group name: poetsnook
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January 16, 2008 01:51 AM EST --
Crystal
Facets my love
Sparkling as time of day
Shifts colors to sing tones of life
Collected and dispersed on the instant
Your heart needs to know how I care
To share all radiance
With your own . . . more
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January 18, 2008 05:59 PM EST --
Indulge
My heart a beat
Quicker than the others,
Your eyes, their widened state of awe,
Your grace appears along the ghostly path,
An ethereal truth of you
Lasting beyond your life--
My soul begs . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
It has been so long finding this road
That has led me to you, my dear
Twelve years since my divorce and loneliness set in
Try to make its place permanent here
"Don't . . . more
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June 24, 2007 02:16 AM EDT --
~1~
i sit here in the sun
through an open window
devoid of birdsong, lilacs or harbingers of spring
yet i feel movement
just before the stillness of sleep
in the solid ground a stirring of . . . more
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January 19, 2008 02:37 AM EST --
Portals
Let my love pass
Through ever-changing life
Into atmospheres that bathe her,
Clothe her, and scent her so her laughter peals;
Her echoes touch my lonely room,
Send me through melody
Dancing . . . more
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July 09, 2008 10:23 PM EDT --
When you were young, you held on to me.
I encouraged your growth, even though I had to let go
I cried with your pains and especially your falls.
I was there no matter the strife
because being . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:22 PM EDT --
Does he see me when he looks at me?
Does he notice how much I have changed?
Can . . . more
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April 14, 2007 10:04 PM EDT --
Arced plate of steel sky
Unblemished by solar blue,
Seals the somber force
Within the ancient spectrum,
Appropos for muscled drudge
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . more
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July 19, 2008 03:20 AM EDT --
I was sitting so sad and lonely
Where you came from, I couldn't tell
But as I sat there I began to listen
To a master weaving words with skill.
Your words, . . . more
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August 15, 2008 03:36 PM EDT --
There are so many that have been hurt
And get angry at others for their loss or shame
Yet so very many are out there that suffer
In every country that you can name
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July 25, 2007 02:04 AM EDT --
how i longed for the girl with the long slender arms
dressed up in white satin and lace
with her soft golden tresses, down like a fawn's
the girl with the . . . more
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February 19, 2008 06:47 PM EST --
Mornings we find glasses and teeth
for each other and laugh
at new marriage late in life's plan.
Adjusting to new quirks,
body parts quickly declining,
we play the game, "despair . . . more
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February 20, 2008 09:46 AM EST --
Hidden our secret course
. . . more
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May 31, 2007 08:58 AM EDT --
As the sun sets
my heart become restless..
golden hue set my heart on fire
cool breeze ablaze my desire
sky changes it color
from blue to orange
from orange it goes grey
and even that will not stay . . . more
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January 04, 2008 02:56 AM EST --
Starbursts
Spark from wave crests
To charm a loving pair
Who clasp hands at the liner's rail
And regale as her ring becomes as one
With nature's dancing nighttime heart
And glimpse their . . . more
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February 22, 2008 11:37 PM EST --
My heart in a perfect blend of sepia toned film
Leaving traces of negative tape
Sitting in the water
My life caught in pictures
Silence put out for the world to see
Placed in scrapbooks . . . more
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June 02, 2007 12:03 PM EDT --
This is my first attempt to triolet ...and here my focus was to get the sequence right...I hope it qualifies and yes it is difficult to write structured poetry ...and so its more fun ..
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . . more
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