Tag: love
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November 04, 2007 12:42 AM EDT --
I really, really want to thank the lot of you for reading and rating my poems,essays,and images. You guys are what's bringing me out of a depression so intense, and a rut so deep. Before I came to . . .
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November 01, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
Look everywhere
look at the couples
can you sthat they
dont care,about
the war in the middle east
only thinking about
beauty and the beast, and happy endings
because thats what love can . . .
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November 02, 2007 10:31 PM EDT --
N/A
-aj
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January 09, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Hot skin,
cool sheets;
You and me,
a delicious treat;
Gentle caresses,
lips parted;
Oh Love,
look what you've started!
Passion's promise,
fuel to the fire;
Come here, . . .
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March 15, 2007 10:03 PM EDT --
You wrap yourself around the woman
and you draw out the little child;
You kiss away the tears I've held
and I feel reckless and wild.
Sweet inhibition
surrendered at last;
The time has come, . . .
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January 24, 2007 12:33 PM EST --
I walk along the sandy shore,
waves lapping me like an anxious lover
while men ogle me with their smiles
and with eyes that see my flesh,
but not my heart;
No wonder I used to question my worth . . .
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December 30, 2006 01:03 PM EST --
As I sit here
in this nyquil induced state
thinking I should go to bed
and that internal debate
he comes to me
with beef stew and bread
making sure that while I'm sick
I'm also well . . .
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January 28, 2007 08:43 PM EST --
They sweetly draw me close
Their woe for love survives
They're passion's clue to love still new
The love that is in your eyes
With almond shape so full yet . . .
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February 03, 2007 03:04 PM EST --
I know I wasn't dreaming,
though I am prone to do that;
Somewhere in the cloudiness of my mind,
I know this time it was real,
for I can close my eyes and see you
as surely as I did on that . . .
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March 24, 2007 10:27 AM EDT --
Sweet surrender,
moth to flame,
passion's promise
when you call my name;
Sweet surrender,
desire's gentle kiss,
hands upon me;
What mounting bliss!
Sweet surrender
I shiver . . .
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October 15, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
I'm tired of searching for the perfect words,
tired of the reason,
tired of the rhyme;
How can a broken heart
. . .
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February 06, 2007 08:38 AM EST --
A wintertime tanka to warm you on this cold morning--enjoy!
I knit you new socks
On the year’s most frigid day
Wrapping you in wool
Is how I still embrace you
When you set foot . . .
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March 16, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
sun fades into night
stars illuminate the sky
your love is shining
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December 10, 2007 08:49 PM EST --
She found a note on the ground
no one there
and not a sound
attached to the note
was a string
that said follow me
if you want something
so she followed it
into the other room
and she thought . . .
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March 06, 2007 02:14 PM EST --
This poem started when I was faced with writing my wife's obituary. I found the standard obituaries published in the local newpapers to be incredibly boring dead things that gave the facts of . . .
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January 16, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
I toss and turn, but
sleep won't come
to one who is tormented
by the past, by the
demons that won't let go;
I want to rise up,
make coffee, clean something,
wash away the stains of . . .
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August 26, 2008 04:50 PM EDT --
Sometimes I try and imagine
what it must be like
to never be able to see past yourself,
to live life so engrossed
in your own problems
that you never see anyone else's pain. . . .
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November 07, 2007 05:35 AM EST --
That first Saturday, in her red car,
driving to Bruges, we hid for a while
in the music in her car.
So there would be no silences
even before we began.
. . .
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October 18, 2007 06:16 PM EDT --
Half Empty Bottle
Terry S
I know she fought me through my constant struggles
Hell she has waited for me most all of her life
I don't know how blessed I am that we're still married
But I'm . . .
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July 25, 2008 09:22 AM EDT --
You took my heart away today
Wrapped it safely for travel
And, I trusted you
To carry it gently
Circling the globe as you often do
Now I sit an empty shell, waiting
My thoughts traveling, . . .
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