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- The Gales of History at sharepoetry
/ Windswept wisdom / from the eternal book of knowledge / is carried away by the gales of history. / / Sacrificial lambs devoted to war, / resting in graves that are acknowledged no more. / Women and slaves who defied crooked law / with - Forever One at sharepoetry
The summer breeze still sings the tune / that played when we first met. / Two silly children / holding hands and sharing laughs / as twilight’s shadows danced. / / We were stalking after seagulls, / never dreaming we could fail. / Partner - [ Life pauses, ] at sharepoetry
Life pauses, / turning heads on high / as the blazing sun sets, / giving way to the evening sky. / And in my search for truth, / that neverending quest, / I realize that all a person needs / is faith. / / For in this moment, / these - Smiles at Midnight at sharepoetry
When my world's lost in midnight, / and I'm crippled by tears, / There are a few special places, / I've gone to for years. / / A garden of veggies / grown with my hands. / Snorkeling with stingrays / off glowing white sands. / / Orio - [ I look down upon ] at sharepoetry
I look down upon / my khaki leg, / smiling, / at that faded / coffee brown stain, / thinking of Melissa / and the honeydew / moon. / / / / - Walking Through Thorns at sharepoetry
It's been far too long, my once foolish friend, / since we laughed and played in the summer's sun. / But now you sleep in this cold bitter end, / a very real victim of a foreign gun. / I pray to our God that my wounds will mend, / still not beli - The Changing Tide at sharepoetry
My soul craves warmth that's long been denied / while breathing in the misty shore. / I await the gifts of the changing tide. / / This is my cove, my place to hide, / when life leaves me weary, wounded, and sore. / My soul craves warmth that' - Fallen at sharepoetry
A broad green leaf / gathers crystal globes / from the looming shadows, / holding their full weight / upon its arching back. / / Then one last drop, / the tiniest of all, / lands without a sound / and it crumbles, / limp with despair. - [ Rose Play Gift Trap... ] at sharepoetry
Rose Play Gift Trap... / How can this be poetry? / Just random words tossed about, / without any sense of time or place. / / Disconected and lacking meaning, / scattered without care, / without a plan, / with no set direction in the least - The Ghost of Patrick Henry at sharepoetry
While walking after midnight / down Duke of Gloucester Street, / a pale and wispy figure / made the scene complete. / / I shouted out a greeting / and got one in return / but then the spirit shifted, / graceful as he turned. / / He s - Modern-Day Medusa at sharepoetry
I cannot help but stare / as your venomous form, / flaunting ancient beauty, / graces this sawdust laden floor. / / Country twangs and dollar drafts / have drawn your sorcery here, / from Athena's mighty temple / to the dark, dismal din - Hopefully Haiku -- Futame at sharepoetry
** Not one poem, but a short collection I put together while playing with haiku ** / - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - / / / Atlantic ripples / tickle my cold naked feet / while hermit crabs dance. / / - - - - - - - - - - - - - 24 Hour Haiku at sharepoetry
Fading navy sky, / freshly kissed by Apollo, / sparrows sing your song. / / Creeping gray shadows, / mark fleeting arrows of light. / Jays fly for shelter. / / Pervasive darkness / swallows all mortal creatures. / Owl scans for victi - Rainy August Nights in Nashville at sharepoetry
The darkest corner of my soul / tears me down with relentless force / in spite of my constant effort / to close its iron doors for good. / / Chilled by haunting echoes within / the darkest corner of my soul, / I turn away from your caress - Faith at sharepoetry
For with authority and power / He commands the unclean spirits, / yet the unclean spirits / pull and tear at my weathered soul, / feeding savagely, / yet persistently, / like burning maggots of primal night; / Sloth, greed, unrelenting envy - Bicycle at sharepoetry
A rusty old bicycle, / draped in cobwebs and dust, / lies dormant in my shed, / longing to ride again. - Windows at sharepoetry
If it be true that eyes / are windows to the soul / then surely my soul is / stained with blue... / bloodshot, weary, and worn. / It is centered around darkness, / a hollow, flexing pit of black / and sore from all that is bright. / Dry, - [ Your scarlet face appears before me, ] at sharepoetry
Your scarlet face appears before me, / wrinkled with wisdom, scarred with strife, / gazing upon my kelly green soul / with unrelenting sorrow. / Your solitary tear falls upon it, / leaving an indelible stain / that paints your magnificent tal - Hurricane Warning at sharepoetry
The cold grey mist masks your wrath / as briney messengers call out your name, / hissing a warning of destruction and pain. / Men are driven from homes / while children are driven / to cold, / wet / tears, / knowing that the agony slowl - [ A shimmering opaque shadow ] at sharepoetry
A shimmering opaque shadow / dancing in cracked, broken digits, / unleashing her mystical maelstrom. / My weary soul blindly abides. / A healing, comforting, / calm and burning poison / draws laughter, smiles, and tears of truth. / Convers - High Noon at Sunset at sharepoetry
The good, / the bad, / and the ugly... / Aren't we all? / Six shooters smolder, / lining the hips, / ready at quick draw / as time stares us down. / One needed, / one desired, / and one only feared. / Survival taunting / through wa - Celestial Reflections at sharepoetry
I gaze and I ponder / as the mirror hovers above, / echoing all I cherish, / all I fear, / and all I know. / I absorb joyous light / revealing grandeur and pride. / I sense the roaming independence, / still harnessed by controlling hands - A Thirst for Snow at sharepoetry
