Tag: living
group name: poetryloverz
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March 04, 2008 11:21 AM EST --
aches and pains are like badges
mark times and places that matter most
the scars you touch prompt memories
tattoos the mark of living ghost
sometimes you need rememberence
for peace of mind . . . more
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February 23, 2007 08:47 PM EST --
Five falls have passed
Five winters
Five springs
And five summers
I've seen five birthdays
Five Easters
Five Thanksgivings
and Five Christmas Eves
It's been five years . . . more
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May 20, 2007 01:18 PM EDT --
The landscape looms
With some contrast
No hues of blue
For ocean and sky
No use for color
In a world so defined
No unneccesary distractions
No creative juices flow
Right side atrophy
Shrivels . . . more
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January 31, 2007 11:39 AM EST --
Most sweet of memories
Leaves a tang upon the soul
Tainting all that comes to pass
Pinnacle that leaves all else low
Shrouded in the morning mists
Robbing sun of warming glow
Is there another peak . . . more
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June 02, 2008 01:13 AM EDT --
Unsure our fingers
that let it slip
to shatter crash
the pieces skip
across the floor
aghast we stood
not quite sure
what was left
if there was more
to safely hold
in silence our . . . more
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June 13, 2008 10:51 PM EDT --
Natural Life
She said, I love you dearly,
I replied, You're the best in the land,
She told me we ought to be married,
and then she took me by the hand!
We sashayed into the village; . . . more
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February 23, 2007 01:02 PM EST --
I realize that the title of this article sounds a bit odd. What could I possibly mean when I say the death of the day my brother died? This article is one that I dedicate to my youngest brother, Steven. . . . more
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February 07, 2007 07:09 PM EST --
It’s only chemical
I say to myself
Purely psychological
Not part of my health
My heart isn’t tearing
It’s some other ache
My stomach aint missing
The feeling is fake
My lungs aren’t . . . more
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December 12, 2006 08:47 AM EST --
I almost feel I could write something down
That would spin your head around
That would open up your heart
Now wouldn't that be something to behold
Weave words to make a flower unfold . . . more
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October 14, 2006 07:52 AM EDT --
"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.
To him...
a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy . . . more
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October 03, 2006 05:29 PM EDT --
Continuum of time,
Arranged in cycles,
Repeating,
Occassionally,
Until the Carnie,
Sends,
Everyone away at,
Last.
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November 17, 2007 01:06 PM EST --
I wrote this a very long time ago but was new to Gather and hardly anyone read it, so now I am reposting to see what your impressions are. Thank you
Fixations . . . more
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October 20, 2006 04:38 PM EDT --
This is for all the moms out there who know what I'm talking about!
My pregnancy bump was cute
I rubbed it like a bonafide Buddha
Cuddled and tickled you in your nest
My Buddha grew and grew . . . more
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October 10, 2006 11:54 AM EDT --
Peas are in the pot,
Chicken in the frying pan,
Great illusions past,
With family gathered in,
Mom served us more than dinner.
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April 19, 2008 11:51 AM EDT --
There is nothing more
than this moment,
this feeling,
this touch,
this sigh,
these words.
All of our yesterdays
have vanished;
All of our tomorrows
are but a dream;
This . . . more
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October 26, 2006 06:24 AM EDT --
Today,
I hope my feet carry me to all the right places.
Today,
I hope my ears hear all the right words.
Today,
I hope my eyes see all the right things.
Today,
I hope my mouth says everything right. . . . more
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October 27, 2006 11:19 AM EDT --
DAY
Dawning of
Another chance, to do all
You can do, to be a better person
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October 10, 2006 10:19 AM EDT --
Love knows no boundry,
Reaching beyond common ground,
With a simple touch,
Empty hearts can be renewed,
Then all things are possible.
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September 01, 2007 04:11 PM EDT --
Reason and common sense
get really old some days,
and I just want to do something
crazy, dangerous, and fun.
I don't want it to make sense
all the time.
I don't want everything
to fit perfectly . . . more
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November 16, 2006 02:04 PM EST --
Sunshine
Through my window
Open breezes
Sway the curtains
Breath of life
Surrounds me so
Nature
Calls my name
Peace
Upon my soul
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