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His face was happiness, glowing so bright
vivacious like a wild stag in the field
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Sweet smell of wood smoke through forests of pine clings very tightly to Autumn’s chill breeze,
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Each night I search inside my dreams for you, and wander mental corridors in vain;
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no one is at fault. it's just how it goes, ya know?
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The autumn sun shines through the near naked trees exposing recent abandoned thrush nests those months before were hidden from Mans eyes. T
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Where rainbows climb the skies on fervent wings,
the eye of heaven high above the seas,
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Idyllic juncture's amorous simper
Inspires rapport beyond the realms of chance,
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loup-garou is the French word for werewolf.
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If Eros’ quiver to my heart was straight,
‘Tis Cupid’s arrow winging now in flight.
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Drink to us, Beloved, warm a toast,
celebration to our flourish: festive
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The pretty pinks are very far from shy And honeysuckle's tickling my nose
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P rancing around the evening looking for the one
A llowing the moonlight to kiss soft silken skin
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Across the lonely shore and star-lit vale,
night beckons full of sorrowful dismay,
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Before iPods start making my breakfast and I need toxicology
And my LCD tapes me to my TV chair when I fall asleep watching House
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I once spoke to you in ham-fisted lines;
Coarse, hoarse whispers of carnal designs
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What perfect shade of blue is my love's eyes,
That penetrates the depths of my own heart?
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If words are all we have to share in life
And each of us proficient on the page
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The September odoriferous winds
Are not unlike my lover’s perfumed breath.
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Walking one day, I came upon a tree
It was the great Poet, and it was fall
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To where does she travel at night?
A distance sought before my eyes,
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Dawn finds him still asleep, oblivious,
and when he wakes, the Ward Round has begun...
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In gleaming shoes, immaculately dressed,
ascending to the Ward Round by the stair...
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Running and hiding so we won't get caught. Living with the fear that they would come by.
by paulsmith
16 lines,
on Oct 15 12:45 PM. In Sonnet, Latino, Chicano, Mexico, Mexican, Freedom, Immigration, Family, Work, Other
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They met as strangers many years ago;
to serve as gallant knight unto the king
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What I love most about poetry is that a poet has the license to write poems about subjects that are not necessarily the reflection of him.
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Your charismatic smile and glinting eyes
Have sparked a feeling just once felt before.
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Knowledge alone from rhyme flows, free verse, prose,
Seldom sums soft glows, sweet scented rose.
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Sunlight has no place left in my heart,
under the shadow of the demons kiss.
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What fool the sun must be, so young, so new. To think that he would have some new answer
by Q.S. MacDonald
16 lines, 3 comments,
on Oct 10 9:40 PM. In Sun, Moon, Angst, Hope, My life, Lost love, Personal, Friendship, Longing, Sonnet
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White hands with fingertips of morning sky
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One cannot find his affection bottled, Although I know too well that you have tried.
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You were never out of my system.
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Fate has spoken, for you are 佳人 ...... may your radiance live on
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The slow, murky, drought-affected river Snakes its way around meandering shores.
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