Tag: poetry
group name: iappreciateu
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November 03, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
Here we stand in the autumn of our lives,
yet springtime lives within us.
How I wish the blossoms would never fade!
I reach out and touch the lines on your face,
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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 . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:39 AM EDT --
My heart aches for you.
It seems only yesterday
when I was in your arms;
We traveled across space and time
to finally touch, taste,
feel each other's heart beating...beating.
You . . .
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November 04, 2009 02:53 PM EST --
We know,
The brisk of the morning
Lives beneath
The dead of the night
And so,
The halt to our moaning
Lies within
The strength of our might
So strange....
Like a chess game . . .
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June 24, 2007 08:03 PM EDT --
RENGE
Haiku
Pure lotus flower
its blossom opens cleanly
revealing its heart.
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October 14, 2009 07:20 AM EDT --
Streets are slick.
Rain has washed away
yesterday.
Cars fly through puddles.
Windshield wipers
erase the splatter.
She sits in her house,
praying for a leaky roof.
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September 03, 2009 10:51 AM EDT --
The snow stings.
Driven by wind,
it pummels my face
like a thousand tiny stones.
Next time,
I'll remember a scarf.
The next time
your words bore into me
until I bleed profusely,
the . . .
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June 04, 2008 08:10 AM EDT --
Such a pretty face
God, how I despised hearing that!
You'd be such a pretty girl if...
If...if...if..
What made people think
they could say such things
to a little girl? . . .
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April 29, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
This heart beats,
awaiting love's coffin
which will surely come,
for how can anything so beautiful
linger on?
This world cannot contain it
amidst the . . .
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June 11, 2009 10:01 AM EDT --
Passion's promise is sweet,
nectar to the heart,
springing from love's vine.
Oh, be be lost in such bliss!
Tender kisses, like morning dew
plant themselves on honey skin,
where breathless . . .
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July 27, 2009 04:25 PM EDT --
One day you must leave me.
This we both know.
Still, let me love you.
Let me envelop you
in my dreams,
catch your smiles
on my tongue;
Let me swallow your dew,
fall into your ocean
and . . .
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September 20, 2009 04:51 PM EDT --
I awake to the sound of rain.
Your arms envelope me.
Your tender whispers
beg me to remain
as I snuggle against
your warmth.
The ceiling fan whirs above us…
curtains billow.
Pictures . . .
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March 06, 2008 01:43 PM EST --
Many of us dream about winning the lottery, perceiving it as a once in a lifetime opportunity for a better life. But in his book Money for Nothing , Ed Ugel reveals that winning the game isn't everything . . .
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July 07, 2009 08:24 AM EDT --
The windowpane screams.
Too many dirty little hands
pounding the unbreakable.
Vacant- eyed stares
through dusty streaks.
Hope etched
in a hairline crack.
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August 03, 2009 07:45 PM EDT --
With bone dry eyes she studies
The shattered crystal at her feet
Seeing each tiny fragment
As a lost day in her wasted life.
She never meant to be here,
Expected implosion rather than explosion, . . .
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June 20, 2009 08:28 AM EDT --
(This poem is dedicated to all of my poetry friends on Gather, who never fail to inspire me, make me cry...laugh...or think. Keep writing, my friends!)
The poet searches
for words, . . .
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October 27, 2009 08:00 AM EDT --
I've spilled myself onto you...
bleeding profusely,
covering your loins
with love and lust.
I've danced in ancient rhythms...
swaying slowly, . . .
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December 03, 2007 09:53 AM EST --
My eyes open with the dawn
and I gasp in wonder
at the beauty of Your sunrise,
each one different from the last.
All creation sings
as the promise of a new day is revealed,
giving . . .
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December 05, 2007 08:58 AM EST --
Moonglo,
night shimmers,
longing
of a heart that glimmers
waiting for
the foamy crests
that crash upon the shore.
The heart
is not meant to be locked,
for it is an open door, . . .
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May 16, 2008 09:10 PM EDT --
I remember how excited I would get as a child
whenever the carnival came to town;
Pure magic...
Hay on the ground,
the smell of hot dogs and candy apples,
neon lights blinking on dizzying rides . . .
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