Tag: truth
group name: poetryloverz
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April 11, 2008 11:59 AM EDT --
Deep inside shattered dreams,
tucked behind
ripped out seams
of disrepair... . . . more
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November 14, 2006 10:41 PM EST --
How can you love
this restless woman child?
Stubborn, needy,
constantly changing,
so sure, yet so afraid,
pretending to be so strong,
but crying inside,
looking for strength
and running when I . . . more
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March 09, 2008 02:42 PM EDT --
Perfection's lunacy lives...
In sidewalk cracks
where weeds take root,
In pots with cracks
where . . . more
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November 26, 2006 03:49 PM EST --
Born of passion's promise,
rose red,
sealed with a kiss;
Scarlet lies
uncovered
ending perceived bliss.
Pain all consuming,
tears all around,
unanswered questions
to a love that cannot be . . . more
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February 04, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
I open to you like a flower blooming,
unveiling a beauty
even I do not recognize.
Who is this women before you?
You wash over me
and the layers fall away;
I no longer recognize who . . . 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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January 16, 2008 07:39 AM EST --
Listen to the bl eat ing,
as the wind frolics
in the field.
Can one discern,
without ch eat ing-
the lambs and goats,
and wh eat and weeds-
all together as one?
. . . more
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July 12, 2007 10:37 AM EDT --
I see so much of myself in you...
It scares me.
I don't want you to be like I was,
learning the hard way,
your heart breaking at every turn.
I see myself in you,
in the men you choose . . . more
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May 25, 2007 12:47 PM EDT --
As a a little girl
it was easy to pretend,
dressed up in her grandma's clothes;
Laughing and playing, she could be anyone
from her head all the way down to her toes.
She . . . more
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December 16, 2007 03:42 PM EST --
You avoid me,
run in fear when I call your name;
Your heart pounds,
your soul longs for me,
but you avoid me just the same.
Deep inside your shattered dreams,
there amidst . . . more
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August 10, 2007 02:32 PM EDT --
I wish I had a dollar for every time someone has told me that I'm "good".
Most days I feel anything but.
Most days I just feel misunderstood.
The good in me doesn't always come from . . . more
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August 10, 2007 06:54 PM EDT --
Maybe I can really fly
Maybe what I dream is so
Maybe stone is really sand
Clay held in a hand
We simply haven’t come to know
Maybe what we see ain’t light
Maybe . . . more
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November 11, 2006 11:26 AM EST --
Every rememberance day
I pour a single beer
at eleven a.m. I pick it up
and down it with a 'cheers'.
I remember the old soldiers
that I've talked to through the years
Rats of Tobruk, Luftwaffe . . . more
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November 17, 2007 10:44 AM EST --
Some’a you folks will hear just what I’m say in’
Some’a you folks will know just what I mean
All of us folks have got to stick . . . more
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October 13, 2007 07:45 PM EDT --
An "overcast" of
Words and thoughts blinds us to the
Sky of Awareness.
(c) 2007 RFHay
more
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January 09, 2007 09:23 PM EST --
Hey listen here my friend
I have some words to say and things that must get said
No more use to pretend
This horse has had its day and soon it will be dead
You can ride it right down . . . more
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February 03, 2007 10:48 PM EST --
In the beginning I wanted to be perfect for you.
I would rise early, as you were sleeping,
put on make-up, brush my hair and teeth,
horrified you would have second thoughts
about this brown-eyed Southern . . . more
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October 15, 2006 03:19 PM EDT --
You emptied yourself into me
as if I was a mere pain receptacle;
Your loss became my gain;
Your pleasure became my pain;
Your release from guilt
became my shame;
And for what?
What was I supposed . . . more
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December 23, 2006 11:35 AM EST --
On a beach with the nickname of Omaha, on a spring day with the nickname of D
There were men dressed in olive drab garments, caught between hell and the sea
For they could not from . . . more
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March 05, 2008 12:53 PM EST --
The golden essence of truth revealed,
laying bare upon the ground.
Dawns' relief-in tears of joy-expelled,
with aged reference marked by . . . more
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