Tag: poems
group name: poetsnook
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April 12, 2007 07:57 PM EDT --
No More Words
No More Words.
As they take away our rights.
No More Words.
In the songs we write.
No More Words.
In the poems we feel.
No More Words.
To speak . . . more
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March 10, 2007 11:46 PM EST --
You said you weren't my father
my mom lied on her back
you said you weren't my father
and was never coming back
I was happy
maybe mom had
at least ONE good time
If what you said . . . more
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September 05, 2007 12:40 PM EDT --
Watch the coffee brew--
Bubbles start to percolate,
Ideas in heat
Rising in volume to burst
And reveal what lays ahead
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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January 17, 2008 08:40 PM EST --
MyWindow
My window looks at a fairy tree.
Its branches bend and twist.
Its leaves are whispering with glee
Its hallow makes a whistle.
A little river under the tree
Is running . . . more
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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 . . . more
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August 09, 2007 02:33 AM EDT --
All in all I see them when I weep
there are there to watch me sleep
they play on my emotions
forever knowing when I am at a loss
how can this be you see this is
the way life is for me
i fear an oh . . . 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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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my . . . more
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . . more
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June 28, 2008 10:12 AM EDT --
Ordinarily it wouldn't have happened,
But the booze went to my head.
I lost my inhibitions
And I wound up in your bed.
You looked into my eyes
And lit my body's fire
Pressed your lips . . . more
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July 05, 2008 03:59 AM EDT --
In the park
a chubby pink child
rests on a bench
in her mother's arms,
eating long strands of blond hair
in affectionate clumps,
and staring at embracing lovers
who smile back.
In . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box . . . more
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July 10, 2007 04:17 AM EDT --
On the ancient road they travel from Baghdad to the west,
Where a hidden well of water spills from a wall of clay,
For centuries the caravans have paused to take their rest,
And camels watch . . . more
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July 25, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
tears run down my cheek
i wish it would rain on me
to hide my sadness
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June 30, 2008 04:28 AM EDT --
At the foot of a tree
Brown wisps of memory
Clutter the ground
and choke the grass
But the tree stands unconcerned.
Gnarled and wrinkled from ages of wind and sun,
It is old with the wisdom . . . more
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June 30, 2008 02:51 AM EDT --
Alone in the darkness,
I stand at my window
and gaze down on my deserted block,
barely lit by a single street lamp.
Suddenly, I see him,
The old man sitting lonely
On the September cold, . . . more
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May 04, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
Dancing waves of heat
Scorch the mirrors of my eyes
Curiosity
Wonderment of the next stop
I see palm trees and oceans.
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February 21, 2008 01:53 PM EST --
Snowy white moth flirts browning grass.
Ebony bird struts lethargy.
Lazy oleanders bleed red buds.
While cars silent wait on black asphalt lot.
Summer sun slows to orange burn.
Cigarette . . . more
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July 21, 2007 10:13 AM EDT --
pretty little girl
your wedding by the seaside
bride I'll never see
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