Tag: poem
group name: writingcranny
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March 11, 2008 05:56 PM EDT --
Footsteps lost in the Sand
carrying sorrows and disappointments
Night light has come, Please...?
Walk Away...
Oppression of a mind
is carried by unscrupulous deception,
forcing . . . more
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June 02, 2008 11:52 PM EDT --
This was my gate with its welcoming bells,
this my slight entry home.
Here was my rosemary, lavender grown,
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March 09, 2008 11:58 AM EDT --
Slow motion as mourning mist
wrap around you, willingly pace yourself
as you walk Blindfolded, I think to myself
where is she with my Bleeding Heart
Wishing to come back and give . . . more
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March 10, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
An straight ahead silence
her silhouette approaches,
predictable senses will allure you
simple passing by...
Uncontrollable desire
waiting at the edge of a river bank, . . . more
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March 12, 2008 11:24 PM EDT --
Circle of clouds
underneath a passionate love,
carefully drawn by winds.
Whispering out loud
Is it your untamed beauty ?
holding you back from darkness,
Merciful . . . more
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March 25, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Unseen greatness
as I strolled in the sand
partially broken heartache
turning page after page
undeniably love has become
an odyssey.
Reminding me of a
faceless horizon, . . . more
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March 27, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Steady...
Fear is approaching,
predominant principal of survival,
shadows are standing there
eyes wide open...
Precocious moves between
another sundown,
I learned to escape . . . more
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April 01, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
On a long day
intentionally I drift to
another Universe,
where meaningful thoughts
randomly feel oppressed by
an unpredictable image.
Holding to a glimpse of . . . more
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April 04, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Occasionally
unselfish thoughts
will past you by
finding shadows
walking an entire
plain field with you
trailing me behind.
Deception...
Whirl winds steadily
. . . more
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April 06, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
Tender moments
allowing us to departure
on a cloudy day
towards ecstasy.
Our journey is eminent
Rose Petals lay upon
opening your eyes
to a new beggining.
A hand full of promises . . . more
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March 24, 2008 11:03 PM EDT --
On a period of time
pressure comes between
logic and rationality.
Imagine writing
metaphors from above,
In middle of great line,
her face interrupt me . . . more
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March 24, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
This is the homemade tambourine
of jingles from abandoned doors,
an instrument of jangled clicks
that time has tumbled houses through,
and cars - a '59 Ford, '61 Bonneville,
the minty . . . more
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April 03, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
Amongst us
shadows gradually
corrupting our
piece and mind.
I'm emotionally disturb.
As I walked blindfolded
through a valley
of death souls
leaving . . . more
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April 03, 2008 07:41 PM EDT --
On a cloudy day
still remember
painful memories
of desolation.
Suddenly...
The Phone ring...
My sister sounds stressed
I hear tears falling
as she is getting
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May 29, 2008 06:29 AM EDT --
If this was the last time I could see you
I would burn your image in my eyes, so you I could forever see
If this were the last time I could hear you
I would record your every word, so I could play . . . more
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March 05, 2008 10:36 PM EST --
Rancho
San Benito
Where vaqueros still ride
Ghost ponies across river beds
Now dry
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March 16, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
Expressions of solitude
occupied by a silver lining
astonish as clouds imagine your face
reflecting a side of a bright moon.
Silence was part of the . . . more
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March 30, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Finally I' m Awake...
On a melancholic
mourning your smile
allow me to dance
within walls standing
between you and I...
Unconscious dreams
constantly portrait . . . more
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March 15, 2008 12:24 AM EDT --
Sometimes she wants to rear up and
run down the frayed, pink chenille
to the painted rail between bedposts,
take the rail like a foxhunter's horse,
instead of standing on skeins of yarn
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March 23, 2008 11:36 PM EDT --
Unusual nightmares
contemplating encounters
by mesmerizing a valiant splendor.
Entire night belittled,
strings deeply moved in
a paradox of silence.
Perhaps this is . . . more
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