Tag: poems
group name: poemcentral
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February 11, 2007 02:21 AM EST --
Now I lay down to sleep
But, I can't...so
With me, a book I read
I try to take away the pain
to forget about you
and when you ripped my life away
I am having trouble breathing . . .
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March 10, 2007 11:46 PM EST --
You said you weren't my father
my mom lied on her back
you said you weren't my father
and was never coming back
I was happy
maybe mom had
at least ONE good time
If what you said . . .
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November 04, 2007 02:58 PM EST --
Hello, this is AJ Richman with two questions. One, are there any poetry contests on gather anytime soon? And if so, which one of the poems(if you read them) that i wrote should i enter? Please leave some . . .
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May 09, 2009 08:49 AM EDT --
rising in the dark
dawn's rosy finger graces
silvery water
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November 06, 2009 01:31 PM EST --
Fair enough you left
Yes forever! but you did
You placed your self made
Self to my face
Thinking it's fun.
Bad enough we dined,
You suited yourself to taste
I did hold for a stretched . . .
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January 31, 2007 06:20 PM EST --
snow and sleet mixing
to make a wintery mix
it is really cold
the snow is sticking
first we have had this winter
a fireplace would rock
heads up mouths open . . .
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January 12, 2007 11:53 PM EST --
He walks into a crowded room
that golden man
I am seeing him again
"Hey good lookin, what'cha doin?"
I shyly say, "oh nothing new
just hanging out with friends"
. . .
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September 10, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
POETRY CENTRAL Volume 3, Number 5 ~Poems on Poems~
A poem should be motionless . . .
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January 29, 2007 08:11 PM EST --
Johnny is a friend
to all whom he gets to know
caring comments flow
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June 30, 2008 03:28 AM EDT --
At the end of my life, I live,
And dream my way back
Through a thousand acres of time
To when I sat small and unalone,
Listening to the whispers
Of unloved maple leaves.
At the end of my life, . . .
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September 17, 2008 08:49 PM EDT --
Left alone,
locked in the past.
Forgotten friendships
buried,
Never meant to last.
Left alone
Time standing still
Unforeseen,
this bitter pill.
Left alone,
The sky is gray
It wasn't meant . . .
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February 11, 2007 10:11 AM EST --
Alone, in the room they sit together,
Worlds apart, but still they are the same.
Mom sits in thought, contemplating,
On what is going to be her baby's name.
Two years have passed, her child is getting . . .
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July 06, 2008 04:56 PM EDT --
We strive for the secret,
Yet never quite reach it.
And the old are still the young
With grayer hair and paper skin,
While the child plays house
In Mama's clothes,
Innocent, yet knowing. . . .
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July 13, 2008 03:12 PM EDT --
I used to keep my heart
In a woven wicker basket
On a cluttered closet shelf.
It was safe there.
You came along one day
bringing candied sunshine on a stick,
I put it away in a black box
Beneath . . .
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . .
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January 03, 2007 08:26 AM EST --
The year has started
It has begun
Now I am waiting
for it all
to become undone
but why should I?
what if I fail?
if I follow these words
I will prevail!
exercise - why yes
eat . . .
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January 03, 2007 09:28 AM EST --
The kids have all
went to school
to play and learn
that is their goal
my husband left
he went to work
to make money
to pay for perks
i am left
all alone
sitting here
I will not . . .
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January 29, 2007 07:48 PM EST --
Randy is our knight
his friendliness is catching
his white horse stands tall
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September 03, 2007 06:54 AM EDT --
each morn thunder rumbles across the bay
with teen conceit I awake
thinking somehow my inner turmoil
has conjured up the storm
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light of day July sun
has driven clouds away
shimmering water and . . .
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July 16, 2008 02:21 AM EDT --
(A poem, kinda - more like lyrics. It would be a song if I could write music)
Take this place in which
we exist, but fear living.
Call it anything but beautiful.
The sun will rise and set. . . .
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