Tag: poems
group name: firstwriteit
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March 08, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
(This is another poem I wrote when I was a teenager)
To be a friend or not to be
That's the question you ask me
You want me to do something that's wrong
I didn't know confusion . . . more
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February 14, 2008 01:24 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
It would have been your birthday
It would have been your night
But you're gone
And I'm alone
And I know it's just . . . more
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February 22, 2007 05:06 PM EST --
To be picked (PIM)
Yellow flowers grow
Petals of white to be picked
He loves me, loves me not
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February 21, 2007 09:28 PM EST --
Which is her? Which is me?
A mirror image for all to see
One is perfect, no thoughts or fears
The other is used to shedding tears
One has never had heartache or pain
The other waits for hurt to gain. . . . more
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February 08, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I float, weightless
bouyant
carried inward
on saline waves.
Peacefully my subconcious
observes every . . . more
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March 02, 2008 02:50 PM EST --
(republished)
Reflections on a windswept day
gotta go, no time to play.
Busy is the way we live
no time to rest, even less to give.
We no longer stop to smell the rose . . . more
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January 18, 2008 08:53 AM EST --
(republished for poetry groups)
Infused into my dream's horizon
are things I ponder upon arising;
Landscapes strange- often eerie
that I visit when I grow weary.
People . . . more
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February 13, 2008 05:04 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
Why is it, everytime
I try to take a drive
My husband acts like it's a crime
And grateful to arrive?
more
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February 17, 2008 10:38 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
Mommy, why is the sky so blue?
Why do I look like you?
Why are you really tall?
Why am I just so small?
Why can't any dogs talk? . . . more
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February 19, 2008 04:27 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I love my kids, I love my life
Too bad that I don't have a wife.
I'm a woman, it is true
But I have way too much to . . . more
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August 15, 2008 07:52 AM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote when I was a teenager.
Day by day, year by year
Things are changing too much, I fear
Pollution's spreading, it silently chokes
Nature, who's fallen . . . 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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January 15, 2008 08:26 AM EST --
(republished for poetry groups)
I'm not a go-getter, appointment setter, fortune 500,
tennis shoes in the drawer, scratch for more.
I don't get IRA, 401K, bonus . . . more
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February 09, 2008 01:00 PM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
For $7.50
I liberate my psyche.
Popcorn accompanies
my
celluloid fantasies.
My mind . . . more
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August 27, 2007 12:00 AM EDT --
Never project emotion.
They will only mistake
anger for arrogance
tears for weakness
If you show fear
they will strike.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Shake hands.
Make eye contact. . . . more
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May 04, 2008 07:47 PM EDT --
(Republished for spotlighting)
Infused into my dream's horizon
are things I ponder upon arising;
Landscapes strange- often eerie
that I visit when I grow weary.
People that I . . . more
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February 21, 2007 06:21 PM EST --
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March 05, 2007 09:43 PM EST --
I loved to see the days go by
all blue and green and gold
It showed me that the world was mine
and all its glories would unfold.
I loved the blueness of the sky
with clouds all drifting 'round . . . more
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February 06, 2008 08:25 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of the poems I wrote)
ink flows
transforming
space to meaning
droplets to ideas
forming ripples
spreading
seeping
. . . more
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February 07, 2008 07:47 AM EST --
(I'm republishing some of my old poems)
I dream of unicorns 'round the bend
where our dreams never end.
Of knights with gold and silver shields
galloping across a yellow . . . more
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