Tag: poetry
group name: firsttimewriters
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January 30, 2008 04:30 PM EST --
When my time on earth is past and my
Ashes have been scattered to the wind,
Will you recall the sound of my voice and
Hear it echo somewhere in the distance?
Will your arms . . . more
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February 17, 2008 12:42 AM EST --
THE SKY SPILLS
perfect silver drops
of spring rain
to wash the world clean
LUNE:
A thirteen syllable form arranged 5 / 3 / 5 in three lines. . . . more
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November 24, 2006 03:21 PM EST --
I've decided to take Sandy's advice and write about a function that we do every day in our lives.
Here goes:
Urinating
Urinating is life
Every where I go, it's . . . more
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July 20, 2008 11:00 PM EDT --
The robin's alarm and the crow's rude cackle are all to be sensed...
The world still sleeps, except for the birds of pre-dawn...
So complete is the darkness here, no laws exist, . . . more
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March 17, 2008 01:10 PM EDT --
IRELAND IN THE SPRINGTIME
I went to Ireland in the springtime
the sky rinsed pearly gray with rain,
the sweet soil sprouting
tender green buds and shoots,
fern green, forest . . . more
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May 21, 2008 10:01 PM EDT --
There is laughter in the air.
The tulips are dancing with daffodils,
as I watch birds fly here and there.
My cats are sunning in the windowsills.
The bees buzz around new growth,
and that bluejay . . . more
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April 26, 2008 01:36 PM EDT --
Caged: Haiku
pulpy flesh
from the caged tomato ~
the gardener's prisoner
© Autumn Farrington
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July 07, 2008 09:55 PM EDT --
See the sly boy's face...
Between the thicket of two pines...
Look up, see the sunshafts...
Busting through branches, through leaves and tangle...
Of maple fronting . . . more
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July 17, 2008 10:46 PM EDT --
He's quite certain that his parched throat, his squint means no disrespect to the sun.
Morning breaks and with comes the bravery of songbirds seeking food
It humbles him ... . . . more
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October 09, 2007 08:07 AM EDT --
You killed the fire that burned in me,
The flame that fueled my heart.
And as the last sparks died away,
I knew that soon we'd part.
I now know that I was the fool
Who took no one's advice . . . more
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January 12, 2008 10:58 AM EST --
Morning
Morning . . .
Mauve and purple
and bands of pale yellow
weave through bare December branches.
The sun hangs low, an old gold pocket watch.
Rises higher as I . . . more
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February 06, 2008 09:45 AM EST --
Cold Rain
Cold rain
spills down all day.
Huddled against the sky,
pigeons brood into their feathers.
Grayness to darkness to infinity.
Crowded beside blank-faced strangers
on the Five-Thirty-Two, . . . more
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December 06, 2006 09:28 AM EST --
Computer technicians fix stuff
That puts many a user to huff
I clicked on the darn thing
but it only says ding
So help me before I get rough
Try the Rhyming Dictionary here
. . . more
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October 05, 2008 05:34 PM EDT --
Her nights were filled with visions
And sleep was hard to find;
Shadows all around her;
The night . . . more
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March 21, 2007 12:15 PM EDT --
This is a repost. I have since joined a few poetry groups and thought I would post my first piece of poetry there.
PLEASE CRITIQUE that I may learn. I wrote this poem about . . . more
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July 17, 2007 01:29 PM EDT --
With my eyes
I will ask your eyes for permission
To enter the space of your aura.
And if you grant it to me,
I will raise my mouth to
Sweetly kiss your cheeks
As one would greet an old . . . more
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March 21, 2007 09:28 PM EDT --
Nemo;
His head peeks out
of his anemone.
He looks around curiously
for fun.
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March 29, 2007 10:01 AM EDT --
From across the crowded room you called
My heart leapt
On wings of joy i flew
To claim you in sweet embrace
Ignoring the crowds, alone in my arms
We rushed outside
To solitude
The sun shone, reflected . . . more
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April 30, 2007 12:46 AM EDT --
What is it about those woods
When the darkness falls they seem to call
Come and see,come and see what lies deep
inside
Come and see the mysteries beneath the trees
in the quiteness of the dark. . . . more
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January 09, 2007 07:06 PM EST --
She is the tree and the tree is she
Battered by wind and rain
Weighed down by snow
Baked by sun
Burdened by the young and hungry
For whom she is merely shelter
She is the tree and the tree . . . more
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