Tag: truth
group name: poetsnook
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August 18, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
You slither slowly
through the garden grass
trying not to make a sound.
Slowly spinning tales made of lies.
Others don't see the real you
The snake
They don't see your underbelly . . . more
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September 05, 2007 03:29 PM EDT --
See the bright petals!
Peace accompanies their truth--
Sweet, fragrant flowers.
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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March 09, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Perfection's lunacy lives...
In sidewalk cracks
where weeds take root,
In pots with cracks
where . . . more
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February 09, 2008 09:13 PM EST --
Can I maintain this?
Am I strong enough?
Sufficient in my heart
To endure
The understanding
Can I believe the words?
The expressions
That falls silently
At my . . . more
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February 04, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
I open to you like a flower blooming,
unveiling a beauty
even I do not recognize.
Who is this women before you?
You wash over me
and the layers fall away;
I no longer recognize who . . . more
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February 25, 2008 10:39 PM EST --
Devastation
Blown in from westerly winds
Cracking the walls down of my heart
Ripping the rooftops off of my well built house
Crumbling around me
Thunder and lightening
Moving through . . . more
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March 19, 2008 08:23 AM EDT --
Imagine you don't see me.
My darkness makes your heart want grasp me near
Pretend you don't hear me
You are made aware of my voice whispering silently in your ear even when I am absent . . . more
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April 21, 2007 09:07 PM EDT --
Premonition sent
Visionary’s dream unsealed
Only the blind see…
Copyright 2007 Barbra L
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February 03, 2008 11:24 AM EST --
My anger
Hushing
The noise
Filling the room with stale space
Suffocating the air
That surrounds our bodies
Just breathe into me
Let me feed the core of you
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April 10, 2007 12:40 AM EDT --
There is something
about you
I don't understand.
Can't put my
finger on it.
Like no other man.
a distant memory
floats through my mind
a subtle touch
trying to recall an . . . more
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July 12, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
I see so much of myself in you...
It scares me.
I don't want you to be like I was,
learning the hard way,
your heart breaking at every turn.
I see myself in you,
in the men you choose . . . more
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February 27, 2008 08:34 PM EST --
Too old to play the games
Too young to give up completely
My panic button
Escape hatch
Is well known
If only to myself
What I ache for
Is for someone to take away
That . . . more
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March 05, 2008 11:51 PM EST --
My hand writing
Expiring on a note
In the envelope I never sent
Never conveying to you
My entire being
You are not to blame
It was all my own doing
My own convictions
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March 17, 2008 12:55 PM EDT --
My emotions
Running like wet paint in an art journal
Spilling over from page to page
Beautiful graffiti made from the heart
For all to see
I give it all
Take very little
Expect even less . . . more
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March 31, 2008 11:28 PM EDT --
He was waiting
Wavering
Between his heart
And mine
Sitting in the foyer of my soul
He was there
Zealous
Anxious
Aching
To knock on the door of my heart
To crawl out of the shadows . . . more
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May 25, 2007 12:47 PM EDT --
As a a little girl
it was easy to pretend,
dressed up in her grandma's clothes;
Laughing and playing, she could be anyone
from her head all the way down to her toes.
She . . . more
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December 16, 2007 03:42 PM EST --
You avoid me,
run in fear when I call your name;
Your heart pounds,
your soul longs for me,
but you avoid me just the same.
Deep inside your shattered dreams,
there amidst . . . more
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July 28, 2007 04:37 AM EDT --
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GOD'S HOUSE?
In what grand house does God abide?
Palatial marble hall?
Bold minaret or temple wide,
Or thrusting steeple tall?
I've waited, watched and listened there
By chanting chantry - . . . more
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August 10, 2007 02:32 PM EDT --
I wish I had a dollar for every time someone has told me that I'm "good".
Most days I feel anything but.
Most days I just feel misunderstood.
The good in me doesn't always come from . . . more
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March 12, 2008 11:06 PM EDT --
Will you remember me?
When my feet have left the earth
When I am forever floating between the here and after
Will I have made an impact on your soul?
My creative thoughts
Leaving your heart . . . more
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