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An empty outline. / No Color. / No Emotion. / No Patterns. / No Love. / No Life. / Change me like you want to. / Make me into who you want me to be. / Fill me with life. / Passion. / Fear. / Happiness.by runnergirl6 23 lines, 1 comment, on Jun 27 1:19 PM 2007. In Non Rhyming
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Rose-pink-cheeked perfection,
a soft round peach of a baby. -
I ran home, ever so fast;
glad you're in.by annamoy 25 lines, 4 comments, on Mar 4 7:59 AM 2007. In Personal, a child's thoughts, non rhyming -
I know we are as one, despite
the parting of the years. -
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A part of nature's silken-painted tapestry, fluttering in the high green.
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Somehow, those lips perform a smile,
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More than seven years
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Sentimental thoughts float
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The hush of deepest winter, beautiful, yet eerie.by annamoy 24 lines, 17 comments, on Nov 7 11:20 AM 2006. In Nature, seasonal, thoughts, non rhyming
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I dread it
and cower, foetal-like, -
Through the darkness
outside the window, -
Melancholy
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It's fun when you're young.
You don't see the danger. -
A Cox's Orange Pippin.
The King of apples. -
A calendar set to August
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It was a bright, beautiful May day
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Such bliss is the Springtime,
her arrival and renewal. -
This silver orb with black lunar sky.
the fascination of astronomers for centuries, -
It doesn't feel as I thought it might feel.
I'm strangely calm, certainly relieved. -
The fruits were ripe to pick then,
golden-yellow on the tree. -
She was excited.
Fourteen at last! -
Semi-detached solid build
Rose garden to the front -
An optimistic mind;
without it, we fade -
Hand in your knives today
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Hear laughter instead of tears.
See joy rather than sorrow. -
All sustaining, ever powerful
His golden rays survey the -
Proud and stately, they are waiting,
in majestic glory, forever standing. -
It's just the passing of time.
Each decade can bring equal -
I thought I saw you in town.The back of your head, the familiar cap.Your pipe, with billows of smoke.The accompanying cough.But of course i
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Sun-drenched August greased my hair.
Salt-sweat dripped from half-shut eyes. -
There were no scars.
No cuts or stubbed cigarette burns. -
From your inspired mind I come
and lay upon white parchment. -
She sits and stares
but doesn't see.by annamoy 32 lines, 2 comments, on Feb 18 4:16 PM 2006. In Sad, Dark, Alzheimers, Thoughts, Life, non rhyming -
I wonder at blue-marbled skies
that lift my spirit. -
The last moments of this
rendezvous -
Spring
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My head is a tight knot.
I feel so alone -
I couldn't sleep.
The storm had subsided -
And your eyes were blue.
Blue as the hue of sea and sky. -
Those few precious weeks of love
we shared that summer.
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