Tag: poems
group name: atozpostitall
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November 05, 2007 12:18 PM EST --
The foothills of the mountains are their home.
Plenty of room for wild horses to roam.
A colt wonders from the fold.
Night is pressing, Snow is falling , He is alone.
He stands . . . more
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November 05, 2007 01:37 PM EST --
I was battered, broken, dazed and confused.
Then you walked in out of the blue.
Unable to trust, so insecure.
I wanted to believe your heart is pure.
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November 05, 2007 11:01 AM EST --
Soft masculine hands a child smile.
you have a heart that gives a miles.
I watch the hourglass sands
wondering how much time I have to give you all I can
Your heart is warm it opened . . . more
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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. . . . more
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March 31, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
I ran across this in the Farmers Almanac and thought it was pretty neat. I have never heard it before so I thought I would share.
Married in January's chilling time, widowed you'll . . . more
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March 31, 2008 11:56 AM EDT --
Again something I found in the Farmers almanac too beautiful not to share.
Legend has it that the Portuguese attached this poem to the trees in their forests:
. . . more
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November 09, 2007 02:35 PM EST --
They defended our country, fought for her name.
Yet we gave them a home coming filled
with pain.
They felt no honor there was no glory to
share.
No one cared........ . . . more
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June 08, 2008 09:38 AM EDT --
Today I am awake
Today I am stronger
Today I am late
Today I am tired
Today is a brand new day so Im going to try and love it
as Today dont always come for our tomorrows.
. . . more
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November 09, 2007 04:47 PM EST --
Today I want to talk about BOOKS.
Not any special books, although to me all books ARE special, but your regular everyday books, paperbacks, hardbacks, and even those with NO backs. . . . more
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December 26, 2007 11:23 PM EST --
This is a poem my daughter just wrote, I think she did good.
He clouds his mind
With anger and hate
He doesn't understand
It's never too late.
His ignorance . . . more
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November 10, 2007 10:24 PM EST --
Fall's golden hues of sunlight
wane to winters solomn night.
Bringing snow to coat the ground.
Holiday music all around.
Chrismas passes, New Years too.
We come down with winter blues. . . . more
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November 23, 2007 04:44 PM EST --
The next 2 weeks are pretty much a blur. December 17th (the day of the accident) was a Friday. The next day I went to a b-ball game with my friends. Sunday, I went to church, then to Robert's house . . . more
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January 31, 2008 12:16 PM EST --
This article was inspired by a question Dawn V. asked in her "Strange Dreams" article so thanks Dawn for the reminder.
I want to call this Poem:
Dreams of Omen.
Have you . . . more
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December 06, 2007 11:13 PM EST --
broken bones, broken
spirits descend hovering
still waiting for me.
more
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July 14, 2008 11:06 PM EDT --
There have been several groups set up recently to honour certain individuals on Gather. Many of you may not know about these groups, or the people who they honour (or the people who started them), so . . . more
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March 30, 2008 10:30 AM EDT --
They say that if you share your goals with the public the chances of you getting them done increase. So thats what I am going to do. I didn't make a New Years Resolution and never do. Its just a bunch . . . more
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February 08, 2008 12:11 PM EST --
Valentine's Day is coming up and guys need some ideas...maybe write their sweetie a poem?
Here's the normal refrain we all know so well.....
Roses are red, violets are blue
sugar is sweet . . . more
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February 18, 2008 05:56 PM EST --
You lift me up
Then let me down
Then I wear a frown
more
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December 02, 2007 10:11 AM EST --
A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her . . . more
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March 21, 2008 05:41 PM EDT --
Listen
Listen to the rain tapping on the windowpanes
Listen to the robin singing in the tree outside the window
Listen to the wind whispering through the leaves of the . . . more
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