Tag: people
group name: poemcentral
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August 25, 2007 04:29 AM EDT --
Alone in the night,
Away from those who right now doze,
Now it is finally alright
To ponder poetry or prose;
Now, I am allowed to think,
To spend a little time on me;
I've no sleepy eyes, not e'en . . . more
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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 . . . more
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July 17, 2008 01:51 AM EDT --
Fake Friend!
You were my best friend since our sixth year;
we shared everything; hopes dreams and life's tears.
I thought it would always be this way,
except we'd grow closer someday. . . . more
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December 30, 2006 01:16 PM EST --
The Colors of Life
A new year, a clean slate
Much like the rush of opening the 64 box of crayons for the first time
Or being the lucky one
To have the first swirl from the peanut butter . . . more
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August 28, 2007 12:51 AM EDT --
I just got through reading a Highland romance; forgive this one if you will.
Flaming silk flows
Waving o'er porcelain shoulders
Framing delicate features
Dusted with fairy magic;
Fair . . . more
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August 31, 2007 10:54 PM EDT --
When trouble falls soft,
Like summer rain,
There is almost a pleasure
In the strength . . .
The shelter of loving arms;
But when the storm becomes icy, cruel,
The protecter weeps, breaks,
When . . . more
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August 25, 2007 02:47 AM EDT --
mindless feeling
there has been so little of that
always Rigid, by the Rules. . .
i just can't seem to remember why
when i feel this way
so lost in a fleeting moment
that could shape forever
somewhere . . . more
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February 01, 2007 02:02 AM EST --
The Boilermaker
a poem by Laura Cushing
Thighs fused
welding like metals
Luke constructs
internal combustion engines
powered only by that
Moldy source of
deadfall love
white and bunched
this . . . more
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July 21, 2008 01:59 PM EDT --
She made her way
every Saturday
with a crisp fifty in her pocket,
browsing through
the trinkets and wares,
books and furniture...
people everywhere;
She would nod and smile
at everyone . . . more
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March 18, 2007 03:24 PM EDT --
Seven days away
It seems I'm always waiting
For him to come home
In reality, I live from one homecoming to the next, that is what gets me through the 4 months at a time that he is . . . more
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February 10, 2007 11:17 PM EST --
its one of those nights
nothing else to do but write
might as well make points
more
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September 14, 2007 07:34 AM EDT --
Dew glistens, white rose
Tears of God on soft petal
Weeping for your pain
more
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January 02, 2007 09:33 PM EST --
I remember when I was very young, about third or fourth grade I came to love writing poetry and lyrics. Although we were very poor, somehow I’d acquired a record player. Undoubtedly, it was . . . more
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August 29, 2007 12:03 AM EDT --
Giving more of me in anonymity
Feeling alien in my home
Finding understanding with strangers,
Unseen, Unknown,
Still, there is rightness . . .
That my weakness remain disguised;
My strength . . . more
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September 02, 2007 02:51 AM EDT --
Who are you?
Haven't we met?
Loved once?
Laughed?
Actually liked one another?
Where did we go?
Was it the ballgames,
Cubscouts, homework?
Your work?
Was it when I
Went back to school?
Was . . . more
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January 26, 2007 07:18 PM EST --
I have come to realize
I am in a different place
The past is far behind me
The future's an empty space
Living over here now in
The land of parents’ birth
I remember with fond smiles
The child . . . more
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December 30, 2006 11:25 AM EST --
Clothespins
Half-formed thoughts
weave themselves
around the strands of
of sunlight that comb
her hair.
A passing Greyhound Bus
buys her attention,
Cheap and enduring as
she takes clothespins . . . more
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January 08, 2007 04:20 PM EST --
I have an overwhelming desire
to set myself on fire.
Purging
my
mentality.
panicpanicpanicpanicpanic.
Should we tell someone?
Let's incite a grand riot,
Everyone's invited.
Pardon . . . more
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March 01, 2007 06:11 AM EST --
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May 07, 2007 01:26 PM EDT --
She nonchalantly walks through the door.
To her it was just another store.
She looks the part—together, well dressed.
Not at all like a disheveled mess.
She's no different than the other . . . more
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