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The click, the cluck of clocking clacks
stain tapping finger mumbles morn
by rrw
23 lines, 1 comment,
1 day ago
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He doesn't belong here.
Not his tie, his shabby hat
that pair of moldy shoes
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I miss those days of dragons bold
who scorched the sky above our lands,
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by rrw
32 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 22 2:15 PM. In Adult
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How gentle is the sleep you force upon my eyes.
Bitter sweet that frigid kiss about these fragile lips,
by rrw
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 22 1:08 PM
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Day One
11-21-09, Sat. 10:45 am
by rrw
141 lines, 5 comments,
on Nov 21 11:57 AM
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Don't know if you just wanted one, but here's a few that come to mind: 1. From your description,
by rrw
9 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 21 11:32 AM
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1. Do you believe something is going to happen in or around 2012? YES! Hollywood will finely figure out how to do CGI properly!
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Where does the gray wolf lie?
Upon the foreign leaves
which memories provide
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I'm just a drip, a single drop of falling rain...
a tiny stain upon the carpet of this world.
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Fog fiddle finger bones maul the surface.
A memory or two harvested
by rrw
21 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 11 10:29 AM
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Honestly, I think you came up with a great theme and title for your poetry all by yourself with:
by rrw
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 10 6:18 PM
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Are you mad?! I can't write a poem in six lines!
God took six DAYS to create the world,
by rrw
7 lines, 14 comments,
on Nov 4 10:36 AM
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A wind blows the candle shall go out,
a raven black perched along the open door,
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Desperate suns find me
Hidden her nails curled
by rrw
22 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 4 8:24 AM
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I am that entity, that gravity of sight
which lingers like a bloodless corpse,
a blunted knife, along the droopy eye at dawn.
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A shallow grave, this mind of mine,
which drinks my fears,
my gentle laughter pale,
by rrw
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Nov 1 12:48 PM
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He reaches deep into the bag,
he reaches out... to nothing there.
by rrw
23 lines, 8 comments,
on Nov 1 9:54 AM. In life
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His words had launched a thousand lips
between dark sips of honey wine.
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Dear Death,
From that moment of birth,
that single moment when the world
by rrw
44 lines, 9 comments,
on Oct 30 10:16 AM
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I sing of shadows past,
my song somewhat less
than a mumbled thought
by rrw
34 lines, 8 comments,
on Oct 29 4:54 PM
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come forth the moon in pale despair
a sky as bleak as midnight's heart
this time of night when angels part
by rrw
19 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 29 3:42 PM
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by rrw
32 lines, 6 comments,
on Oct 26 8:15 AM
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It's way too early in the morning for me to be up... yet, here I am writing a poem (if I may call it such),
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I don't like Nature much.
There's such a rush
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Vomited upon the land
far from a mother hard of hearing.
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A dog whimper of a morning.
Sturdy, crackling sounds
the wind makes as it flirts
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My love for you will never shout its name,
Be heard above the frantic crowds that rave.
by rrw
13 lines, 18 comments,
on Oct 18 3:00 PM. In Love
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“Lingering behind a couch
in Ninja crouch, she taunts me into changing
by rrw
43 lines, 4 comments,
on Oct 17 11:56 AM. In life
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Quiet... far too quiet.
Like an angry riot
by rrw
49 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 17 10:55 AM. In life
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I can't seem to write today. There's a tiny hole beneath my perpetual spirit that sucks
by rrw
39 lines, 2 comments,
on Oct 16 4:36 PM. In thoughts
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