Tag: poem
group name: passionfind
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September 04, 2008 10:52 AM EDT --
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I'm proud to announce the winner for the Poem of the Month for August for Thirteen Blackbirds , a compact and highly charged poem by Rae Pater. Rae's poetry is superb. She has . . . more
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July 30, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
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The boy that teased my daughter
went to Iraq and came home without
an eye. It turns out a laundry list
of my daughter's high school friends
went to Iraq and we're finding . . . more
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March 03, 2007 11:04 PM EST --
The poet's struggle
With the pen of nonchalance,
Ends when black ink flows
And legerdemain transforms
Virgin pages vivid green
Copyright 2007 Jim Ross
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August 21, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
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When the frogs die
When the skies darken
When the canopy opens
When the bat eats its last insect
When the song sparrow is silenced
When the sun is blurred black
When the . . . more
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January 30, 2008 02:20 AM EST --
Varnish seals virtue
As resins preserve pharaohs,
But not forever--
Ocean use reduces her
To gray boards on bobbing waves.
Love-light shines in eyes
Who know the truth of her soul,
Who . . . more
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March 18, 2007 12:46 AM EDT --
Whitewash whispered blues
Turbulent temptations wave
Cunning captive air
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June 04, 2008 01:43 AM EDT --
My little Lisette wrote this poem, today, out of the blue:
Poem Of Peace
Peace floats into people's minds
reminds them of peace, joy and love.
Peace makes people happy
and also reminds . . . more
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January 13, 2007 08:08 AM EST --
Glaring lights, stipped desert
Towering sirens cluster city streets
Blaring machines resound with promise
Tourists spread in buffets of hope
Sipping freedom on the rocks
Ogling a wheel . . . more
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April 04, 2007 10:59 AM EDT --
Books stuffed in cardboard boxes
Packed in mildewed neglect
Coffee stained earmarked pages
Stuck with untapped potential
From a geyser of thought
Words gushed through open pores
To . . . more
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August 14, 2008 09:43 PM EDT --
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Fine Attire
One is drawn thin.
Led unceremoniously
through the needle's
eye, sewn fragilely
into the warp,
the fluffy fibers
barely showing
through along
the . . . more
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April 09, 2007 07:30 PM EDT --
When my lover sleeps
I dream of ocean mist
The tangy scent of moonlit moisture
Seeps through the breeze
Remnants of overcast oils
Still slick where we lay . . . more
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August 07, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
WHISPERS . . . more
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May 15, 2007 09:38 AM EDT --
Source: wikipedia.com; Thirteen Ways of Looking at Poem by Wendy Bishop
The sestina dates back as early as the twelfth century and is made up of 39 lines : six sestets (groups of . . . more
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December 21, 2007 09:03 AM EST --
It doesn't matter who you are
Rocketman or superstar
When you've been hit by cupid's aim
Your soul's ablaze with passion's flame
Of love, desire, in swirling gyres
Of taste . . . more
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March 19, 2007 02:08 PM EDT --
You're only twelve,
little boy.
What were you thinking?
You wait behind bars
you should never have seen.
Bars so different from the monkey bars
on the playground of your youth.
What were you . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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August 13, 2007 09:35 AM EDT --
Though my memory’s hazy
I remember your supple lips
Nibbling my molten mouth
Teasing tongues collided
I remember your doe eyed gaze
Look into me with gentle delight
When we . . . more
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March 13, 2007 08:59 AM EDT --
Ardent hungry hearts tear at raw flesh
Insatiable, frenzied, they lust with fervor
A turbulent tense whirlwind of infatuation
Amidst tumultuous confines of obsession
....With a smirk, . . . more
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November 29, 2006 03:24 AM EST --
Tasting your salty soul
Peering into your brooding heart
I forget the toxic waters; tidal blows
We swim in icy hot seas
Carried away by urgent currents
Waves collide
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February 19, 2007 09:34 PM EST --
Tender, guides the suitor in his tug
To a wondrous place of unobstructed view,
His beloved, where misty vistas always clear
And all things seen are gloriously new . . .
Hopeful, points . . . more
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