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So my heart throbs in the embrace of night
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Clad in a skimpy silver slip,
she’s a beacon lost to the night.
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The eye of the storm, and the arm of the wave,
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Symphonic strains of life float as a dream
in streams of haunting notes.
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For Suseann with love and magic...
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I hear the birds singing their songs. I feel the warm sun beating down.
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This is Line Number One.
This is Line Number Two.
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Spoken years.
Enough, it was never enough.
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Paper heart shredded
petals caught summer's last breath
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Swirl twist and turn
by whyspr
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 24 11:30 PM. In form
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by whyspr
5 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 24 11:17 PM. In form
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The tree stands on the ground tall and quiet it regards the world
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Mournful winds blowing lustily
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I searched for love like you once my search left me feeling cold
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My heart beats slowly here
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Raindrops
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by AliasDenied
19 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 14 3:56 PM. In Thoughts, Life, Hope, My own style, My life, Message, Form, Soul, Spirit
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White hands with fingertips of morning sky
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Wind dancing swirls on valley floor.
Wind dancing swirls on valley floor.
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As the summer sun slowly fades away,
A veil of darkness fills the autumn skies;
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An August birthdays means a partnershiP
With every birthstone that I seE
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I am a cute Pixie dancing
within starlIght of night
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For many years now, I have written poetry
The sensual integument of mine, my first love
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Its for a poet to touch hearts For every word spoken
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adrift, upon the crests and falls
vast as time, endless as creation;
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Innocent Grace washed-up on shore today... ribbons and white lace in such disarray;
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Inter flow my direst fury
River temptress moonlit story
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over those mountains you have gone
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what this world gives me
i give back to this world
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A sigh escapes with saddened breath,
My bleeding heart has been thus torn.
by sinfull
11 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 28 1:46 PM. In Contemporary, Contest, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, rhyme, form, triole
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Stride boundaries of a lost romance eternally,
gliding away with our sacred dance eternally.
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A day with a cool drink close at hand, content with the sun high above me;
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poetry is the simpliest form, poetic refrain should not be deep but reflected. it is the good use of imagery with simple understand
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A Ballade of High heels
by Pattiboo
35 lines, 5 comments,
on Aug 19 12:01 AM. In form
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