Tag: poem
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November 07, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
“…There’s something wrong,” cried the boy in the corner. He had been standing in the darkness cowering in fear waiting for an outstretched arm that never came.
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January 03, 2008 01:14 PM EST --
I wrote this when I was in high school (many, many years ago!)
My mind is a box
With a lock
That can . . .
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November 12, 2007 05:43 PM EST --
My harshness caused you to back away,
My words are always pushing you away,
Do you see the pain and confusion in my eyes?
It’s because of the betrayal and all the lies,
Too . . .
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January 08, 2008 10:56 PM EST --
A Whaler's Tale - POW - ALE
Wh ale rs tot ale d their wh ale boats
When sign ale d to the sh ale
The sign ale r was a ste . . .
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December 05, 2007 03:51 PM EST --
One snowy winter night when I was nine years old, I had to go down into the pasture alone to feed our animals. Everything outside that night seemed gray, eerie and lonely. When I was done with my chores, . . .
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November 12, 2007 05:35 PM EST --
i want peace, want to know i did the right thing,
so howcome the answer evades me, even in dream?
try as i might i still can't seem to shake the feeling . . .
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April 28, 2008 06:03 AM EDT --
Every thing you think you know
about every thing you know,
you think, might not be what you thought,
but also might be, in the affirmative.
And every place you go might not be
where you've . . .
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January 13, 2008 02:35 PM EST --
A few years ago I wrote everyone in my family a poem for Christmas. This is the one I wrote for my brother. It's a true story.
I remember those days
so long ago
growing up we were allies . . .
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January 14, 2008 04:51 PM EST --
This is the poem I wrote for my sister the year I wrote all the members of my family a poem for Christmas. It's a true story.
It's been many years
since this incident occurred
but neither . . .
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November 06, 2007 05:22 PM EST --
Dear Julia,
Not long ago, our Editors reviewed the thousands of submissions entered in our International Open Amateur Poetry Contest, and they awarded your poem the prestigious Editor's . . .
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May 16, 2009 06:43 PM EDT --
I wake in the morning and look in the mirror, who is this person I see? It seems like only yesterday I was twenty-four, and the day before that I was sixteen. Where did that person go?
I remember talking . . .
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January 24, 2008 10:43 AM EST --
I got this on an email from a friend today, and I thought it was worth sharing. I don't usually share work that is not my own, but I loved the way the poet expressed the ten commandments.
Above . . .
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February 27, 2009 09:07 PM EST --
She
Came to me
When I was cold and lost
And made me found again
She
Came to me
When I was strong and hot
And made me love again
She
Came to me . . .
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August 10, 2008 12:47 AM EDT --
Yesterday, I knew this girl
who wore 'tragicly hip' as an accessory
to thrift store jeans
and manufactured angst
she drowned her happiness in bottles
then peeled the labels back
. . .
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May 13, 2009 07:22 PM EDT --
I wrote this many childhood years ago for my son. It still looks like fun, so... enjoy!
Sir Matthew Richard, my son and my heir;
What is it keeps you from climbing the stair? . . .
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May 16, 2009 02:06 PM EDT --
I thought it only fair that Luvly Dotter have a poem from Daddy too.
“Daddy, won’t you sing me just only one more song?”
She looked up and smiled from not quite asleep.
And . . .
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December 23, 2007 01:18 AM EST --
Just Being Curious (or is that nosey?)
by Marilyn Mackenzie
It's the point thing, of course. A few weeks ago, someone mentioned that she had gotten 400 points in one day. I let . . .
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November 15, 2007 06:13 AM EST --
oh, the passion that burns inside me...
longing to be expressed, longing for a way
a fate of feelings twists and winds
i stand amongst a bed of roses,
waitting to hear your words
i wait patiently, . . .
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January 03, 2008 12:26 PM EST --
With in myself there is a bright new day.
With in myself there are people that love me and I know it.
With in myself there is a person that didn't like what she say in a mirror,
. . .
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February 27, 2008 09:44 PM EST --
He didn't like the casserole,
He didn't like my cake.
My biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make.
I didn't perk the coffee right,
He didn't . . .
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