Writing a poem doesn't make you a poet...
any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.
Every so often, I'll actually write something that can pass as actual honest-to-goodness poetry. To me, these are those writes.
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Snow reflects velvet in shimmering light
The essence of nature finely attune13 lines, 14 comments, on Jan 2 9:50 PM 2007 -
First time I ever tried both forms.24 lines, 24 comments, on Nov 10 8:56 PM 2006. In Hope
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18 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 23 4:02 PM 2005. In Society
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Atop the mountain in a lover's embrace Silk and satin, mixed with lace Below the winds rustle through the trees While above my love, we do as w33 lines, 4 comments, on Jun 19 12:07 PM 2005. In Other
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Days drop Like dew from the petals of time Scattering ashes From the hearth of eternity36 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 23 3:09 PM 2005. In Personal
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Reposted after deleted from a contest. Originally written October 28, 200241 lines, 19 comments, on Jan 13 3:12 PM 2004. In Angst
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Death comes for me
As I sit and wait15 lines, 12 comments, on May 20 7:47 AM 2003. In Angst -
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(¯`'·.¸(¯`'·.¸¸.·'´¯)¸.·'´¯)20 lines, 12 comments, on Nov 14 9:54 AM 2002. In Spiritual
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