Tag: love
group name: poetrypages
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March 09, 2008 10:48 PM EDT --
Ecstasy falling
Midsummer Night
A Cool breeze alluring you
to edge of the Ocean floor
As time comes closer to unveiling
clouds arouse by the sounds
of a violin stringing . . . more
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March 16, 2008 12:03 AM EDT --
Sometimes I glance at the infinite stars
rehearsing walk through meaningful escapes
as my hand is reaching to the skies.
Illusions of a portrait shattered by remembrance
of . . . more
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July 09, 2008 10:23 PM EDT --
When you were young, you held on to me.
I encouraged your growth, even though I had to let go
I cried with your pains and especially your falls.
I was there no matter the strife
because being . . . more
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April 06, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
Tender moments
allowing us to departure
on a cloudy day
towards ecstasy.
Our journey is eminent
Rose Petals lay upon
opening your eyes
to a new beggining.
A hand full of promises . . . more
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March 26, 2008 10:15 PM EDT --
Underneath our simplicity
details of another life
were implanted properly
between dreams and reality
Divine forces intervene
carrying a golden box
place on the highest . . . more
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April 03, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
Amongst us
shadows gradually
corrupting our
piece and mind.
I'm emotionally disturb.
As I walked blindfolded
through a valley
of death souls
leaving . . . more
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July 06, 2007 09:14 PM EDT --
My Heart
I cannot
believe
that I am
here
without you.
For years
this house
has been
our home.
But
you are
gone
now.
And it's . . . more
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March 14, 2008 10:25 PM EDT --
On a lonesome night
courage hides between a
moonlight and the stars.
Silently shadows,
whisper in her ear
look up to the skies...
Imagine invincible hands
drawing . . . more
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August 22, 2008 09:20 PM EDT --
After going through the challenge by Autumnrose that I found through Chana, I started thinking about who I am. This is what I wrote in response. (written response to yourself, isn't quite the same . . . more
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August 24, 2008 10:10 AM EDT --
It is hard to believe that these hot
Summer months have hazily drifted by
While . . . more
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October 27, 2007 05:30 PM EDT --
Kaleidoscope
By Carole Shukle
Copyright 1996
What is love?
Midnight on New Year’s Eve? Clamorous horns?
bright jabber, . . . more
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July 30, 2008 01:13 AM EDT --
Quiver, quiver
Shake, shake
A corpse that
Tries to inhale
And just fails
Collapsing in an affliction
Under this crushing pressure
Constricting
Compressing
Unable to control
The . . . more
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October 28, 2007 12:30 AM EDT --
This poem was written about my daughter when she was born. I had to remember back quite a few years to remember my feelings. She was born in 1970.
Bonding
. . . more
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March 30, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Finally I' m Awake...
On a melancholic
mourning your smile
allow me to dance
within walls standing
between you and I...
Unconscious dreams
constantly portrait . . . more
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July 19, 2008 03:20 AM EDT --
I was sitting so sad and lonely
Where you came from, I couldn't tell
But as I sat there I began to listen
To a master weaving words with skill.
Your words, . . . more
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August 15, 2008 06:52 PM EDT --
It has been so long finding this road
That has led me to you, my dear
Twelve years since my divorce and loneliness set in
Try to make its place permanent here
"Don't . . . more
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March 03, 2008 04:12 AM EST --
Imagine her seductive pleasures bound by deception
Illusions embrace by jealousy..Rain drops came close to a tearful plea of her love,
lustful seductions came close to unfaithful escapes . . . more
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . . more
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March 18, 2008 04:24 PM EDT --
Now I come before the Lord
to thank Him for His life and words
for if He had left the deeds undone
we would be left all alone
But He was here and we have LOVE
and holy forgiveness from above . . . more
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July 07, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
When I first joined Gather, I posted this as my first article. I know so many new people, and it is going to be 6 years ago this week that I wrote this and she died. Oddly enough, this . . . more
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