Tag: poetry
group name: sideofpoints
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September 09, 2007 04:21 AM EDT --
Lead me thru the garden gate and show me what grows there.
Or' the walls grown grey with age hang stalks of maiden hair.
Take my hand my one true love I am yours . . . more
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November 22, 2007 09:53 PM EST --
I sit here hiding
Not sure if I should come out of my shell
I see you all looking at me
But do you see me
the real me
or do you see the person I think you should see?
I want to run away . . . more
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November 26, 2007 05:32 PM EST --
At the end of August I posted a poem on Gather that I had written a few years ago. And if you read my previous post on Poetry.com – you know that I won a supposed $100.00 for a daily poetry contest . . . more
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November 13, 2007 07:32 PM EST --
Ok, I thought I would attempt this weeks single word prompt. This is my first public attempt to do so! I hope you enjoy it!
Tissues
These days, it is all I have . . . more
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September 08, 2008 08:21 PM EDT --
Life's Struggles
She only wanted to be
loved and respected.
Unfortunately, she was
dealt more of life's
hardships than any
human should have
to endure.
After she . . . more
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December 02, 2007 12:59 PM EST --
I have spoken with 2 people at Poetry.com & left a message for a supervisor. I have requested to be kept informed of the progress on finding out if my poem was plagiarized or just posted under the . . . more
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December 26, 2007 06:04 PM EST --
(this is a repost for those who missed it the first time)
I wrote this poem when I was very young(probably 12 or 13) .It just popped into my head tonight so I thought I would share it. . . . more
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May 18, 2008 07:37 AM EDT --
This is a poem I wrote back while I was in high school. I hope you enjoy.
Gossip everywhere
in the hall, the bathroom, the lunchroom
life stories
his, hers
all around you
you want to . . . more
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October 06, 2007 10:20 PM EDT --
The constant creaking that attended
her last years is lost to me.
I was two--
maybe a few months over--
when the motion stopped.
But I have pictures of a little me on
her legs in a rocking chair . . . more
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October 15, 2007 10:23 PM EDT --
In the late summer each year
From the back of a battered blue pickup
He brought a harvest to be canned.
His wife stood and stirred the big bubbling pots
Bent over them with tendrils . . . more
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December 20, 2007 05:04 PM EST --
The tiny barn--
Winter cold outside seeps in
Through cracks between boards.
Those same cracks let in slits of moonlight
Raising the shadows
From black to gray
And . . . more
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January 05, 2008 09:53 PM EST --
On the top of the ridge
Royal palms stand in a row
Dark silhouettes cut into the blue sky.
Below in the flat fields
Cane arrows raise golden heads to the sun
And wave slender . . . more
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June 21, 2008 09:39 AM EDT --
Outside life is sunny, warm
But inside is Gathering
What a dilemma
more
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January 17, 2008 10:14 PM EST --
My Heart Beats for You
I fall for you more
with every heartb eat
I just want to melt into your arms
every time we meet
your br eat he against my ear
as you whisper to me
sweet . . . more
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December 21, 2007 03:40 PM EST --
As our children look for swirling snow.
We reflect fondly on the past year.
To all of you who helped us make a
difference on Gather.
Thank you for the honor of working
alongside of us throughout . . . more
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November 13, 2007 01:37 PM EST --
HOPE
Drifting . . . more
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December 05, 2007 03:48 PM EST --
Letter to the Rev. Samson Occom
Phillis Wheatley was a former slave in Boston , she was the first African American to have a book of poetry published. She wrote a letter to . . . more
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October 19, 2007 11:27 PM EDT --
Birds in silhouette on the black bars of the wires
Perch like notes
Against the soft blue page of sky--
Fat brown doves for whole notes,
Sprightly sparrows in a row of eighths, . . . more
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November 07, 2007 08:02 AM EST --
Your Smile
brightens my day . . . more
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October 18, 2007 11:47 AM EDT --
A lone candle burning in the night
Just one single little light
Alone, empy, desolate
Each second of flame feels like a fight.
"No man is an island?"
I am! The ship unmanned
Through the storm, . . . more
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