Tag: poem
group name: jestervengeance
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March 06, 2007 12:46 PM EST --
For years I heard a promising voice,
More than a figment of my imagination,
My mind’s magnificent creation,
There was hope in the voice,
That some day,
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June 16, 2007 03:40 PM EDT --
The woods are not a metaphor for any human thing.
Cities are a metaphor for trees.
We have tried to recreate
roots, shelter, aspiration,
the nourishment we once plucked from her hand,
and all our building . . . more
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September 22, 2007 01:57 PM EDT --
A man was walking down the road,
A sad and lonely man.
He spied a person coming up,
A wo-man to be sure.
The wo-man stopped to say hello.
You look so down and out;
Whatever can the matter . . . more
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March 27, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Beneath your lonely feet
Walk a long desert.
The gold of a sky
Eternal, liquid.
Fire of sand touches
Both your lonely feet.
They call those bushes snake flowers.
The breeze . . . more
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November 23, 2007 06:54 PM EST --
Thirty-something. By mirror.
Splashes of colour.
Rejuvenate! Born again!
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June 03, 2008 08:47 PM EDT --
Amazing beauty
hidden Beneath The ocean floor
Crystal waterfall
whisper in the air,
An impostor is crawling
underneath my skin,
patiently turn around
face your destiny,
Among our emptiness . . . more
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June 16, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Clouds portrait
Her silhouette
Sailing across
My dreams,
Unveiling deepest
Thoughts locked inside
A gloomy night
Blasting through . . . more
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August 07, 2007 08:20 AM EDT --
WHISPERS . . . more
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July 22, 2008 06:30 PM EDT --
The hourglass was now empty
And suddenly she was out of time,
So she walked away from a life
That no longer seemed to rhyme.
The sand had slipped through her fingers
Through a crack in the bottom . . . more
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October 31, 2007 01:59 PM EDT --
Flakes of dying sunlight float over badly engineered concrete, reflecting their mother’s bony arms against mourning clouds. The woman skirts the puddles while others wade through, splashing . . . more
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March 02, 2007 06:03 AM EST --
I enter the land of words often,
Eager to pluck the ripest,
Driven by urge to fashion verse,
Attempting a vivid message.
Michelangelo chiselled his "Boy David",
From a piece of misshapen rock, . . . more
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June 10, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
Relaxing
in front of
a crystal-blue pond...
lounging
in jeans & a t-shirt,
notebook in my hand.
Watching others
swim & play
& laugh & shout
. . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:13 PM EDT --
Everytime I catch your eye
I feel butterflies in my stomach.
Whenever I see you smile
My entire world lights up.
Everytime you brush against me
I tremble with delight.
I can't wait . . . more
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February 17, 2007 08:07 AM EST --
There are a lot of writers here at Gather. Some of these writers have moved up to the next level in their writing career and have been published.
I thought it appropriate, to book writers . . . more
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May 26, 2008 04:44 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to all The Soldiers Out There
The Stretch road walls
came crashing down
Nostalgic Wings
come to my rescue
we will overcome
by our own testimony . . . more
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May 29, 2008 11:22 PM EDT --
Life has a way
of bringing hard times
to The Fort Front with
strange emotions
hidden between
an illusion standing
at The Edge
of a mourning light.
Another Melody
caressing . . . more
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . . more
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March 25, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
He has no calendar
His cheap cigar burns to suppress smells.
A moment of respite and a strike
To light up the smokes from a death-stick.
Now a young sun leans on blue terrace. . . . more
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January 02, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Chrono met ers . . . more
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February 29, 2008 09:49 AM EST --
Tears of an angel
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Winding up his wings
He sits on the steep end of the temple
The angel.
Down there people,
People touching
The marvels of ancient . . . more
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