Tag: poetry
group name: berfpangs
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April 19, 2008 04:02 PM EDT --
Alone is where I am,
Nothing more left for me,
It is how it should be.
Rough around the edges I am,
Lost is a web and emotionally dead,
Tomorrow I do dread.
Different you are, . . .
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November 06, 2009 12:51 PM EST --
Today was our last day of talking about poetry in our English class. Our assignment due Monday is writing a poem (wow that will be hard LOL).. and of course our essays on a poet are due on Friday. . . .
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November 04, 2009 03:14 PM EST --
This morning as I was going through the early posts, I came across this post by Barbara H.: 2009 Abecedarian by Barbara H.
This poem of Barbara's seemed a bit harsh, and a tad bit hard . . .
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November 06, 2009 12:11 AM EST --
Wow! I went to take a nap because my finger was killing me and I return to a love-fest, or should I say feast?
I am not going to hurt myself, or do something bad.
Sorry my little buds, that my poems . . .
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November 04, 2009 11:43 PM EST --
A challange. Each word must be the next letter in the alphabet (A,B,C,D...) This is just the first word of each letter I thought of.
Anything brought
Consciously demanding
Effortlessly . . .
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November 06, 2009 02:07 PM EST --
Last night I was reminded that sometimes the written world can bring deep emotions from others.
I had put up two old poems tht I had writen almost 30 years ago, when I was deeply depressed about life . . .
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March 15, 2009 10:55 AM EDT --
Just one smile,
Can make things right.
Just one smile,
Makes sorrows take flight.
Just one smile,
Can save a day.
Just one smile,
Chases shadows away.
Just one . . .
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February 19, 2009 05:40 PM EST --
I am drowning again
As always, no one notices
My steady spiral downwards
Toward the center of the earth.
The glimmer from perhaps a lover’s eyes
Is missing from mine
The crystalline . . .
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October 19, 2009 11:21 PM EDT --
I want candy, sweet
Sticky, soft, hard, dripping down,
Luscious trick or treat.
(c) Stacey "Mamasaid" D. 2009 All Rights Reserved
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February 27, 2009 11:12 PM EST --
Rivers
Run rambling on
remembering reaching
restoration by residual
of rain
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March 30, 2008 02:04 AM EDT --
Don't you just love it when you see an interesting title on a Gather article, then click the link only to find someone's bad poetry? This site needs to have some kind of notification for when . . .
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June 29, 2008 05:43 AM EDT --
I tilled my thoughts--
near a sparkly stream, where
a rainbow bridge linking the past,
the present, and the future
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, 'til it dawned upon a pink butterfly, . . .
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October 30, 2009 09:56 PM EDT --
The sky was gloomy and dreary
The moon was darkened yet there
The scarecrows stood around really weary
Their job almost done for the . . .
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April 29, 2009 05:57 PM EDT --
SIMPLE PLEASURES
There are so many simple pleasure of life.
We have but to open our minds to them.
Children laughing.
Birds singing.
A rose bud as . . .
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April 30, 2009 02:55 PM EDT --
Reaching up with silken fingers
touching the sun's rays with her face
She smiles in the sunshine
and the break of day
Opening to full bloom
with the coming rain . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:58 AM EDT --
Rites of Autumn
Once again the rites of autumn,
and I have brought my plants inside,
twice sprayed, scrubbed, de-bugged,
against the threat of early October frost. . . .
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June 13, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly . . .
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February 28, 2009 03:36 PM EST --
I can write all day . I can write all night .
But these . . .
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November 05, 2009 12:59 AM EST --
This is the first song to come to me in many a moon.
It probably needs improvement --- but I'm so . . .
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April 14, 2009 05:29 AM EDT --
Whispers heard on a summer night; as clear as rinsed crystal.
And they tell me I am hearing things.
I wake and a face, which had been close to mine, floats away, fading
and they . . .
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