Tag: life
group name: insanepoet
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October 25, 2006 08:45 PM EDT --
Many years have passed us by
Honey I have heard your sigh
They say a man ain' t suppose to cry
I miss you so much I could die
Every dog has his . . . more
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June 07, 2007 06:44 PM EDT --
{Dedicated to my Mother} If I could turn the pages of time, this is my thought for youMother,
I have spent countless hours watching you cook with tender hands of deep love.
You have allowed . . . more
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June 28, 2007 03:40 AM EDT --
I stretch to taste the tears embedded so deep within only to find anguish lingering in the labyrinth, as a child sitting on a hill during a wind storm feeling the . . . more
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October 06, 2006 08:25 PM EDT --
Happy Faces
I look out through my window,
Watching the world go by,
Analyzing peoples ways,
And the way they live there lives,
Even in the sunlight,
That shines with heavens grace,
I see an effigy of . . . more
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August 25, 2006 01:32 AM EDT --
when I lay down
my dreams are only of you
when I wake
my first thought is of you
when taking my shower
I see your smile in the rushing cascade
when I start my car
I marvel at your . . . more
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September 09, 2006 08:17 AM EDT --
I, Amanda, bleed to write words. I think of ink as my weapon; an olive branch in regards to the chaotic yet wonderful world we inhabit.
Lightning sparks my imagination. Thunder vibrates, shaking my creative . . . more
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September 27, 2006 09:46 AM EDT --
A squirrel busily doing his fall shopping
Pauses to look at my cat
Sitting in the window
Looking at a squirrel
Busily doing his fall shopping.
September 27, 2006
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September 03, 2006 11:42 AM EDT --
Now listen to me Satan, and you better pay heed,
We found our power and it's all we need.
it's handed down from God in heaven above,
and we're looking down on you from the wings of a dove. . . . more
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November 02, 2007 02:00 PM EDT --
Restless, pacing, measuring out
concrete boundaries
that strain the seams of mortal peace.
Electric storms rage
within cranial confines,
where . . . more
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October 02, 2006 02:11 PM EDT --
What could more absurd
Than a marching band from Equator
Performing at a poetry festival
In northern New Jersey ?
Perhaps my going
To a poetry festival alone
September 30, 2006
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August 27, 2006 02:15 PM EDT --
He didn't even know he was climbing a mountain
Until she pointed it out to him
All he knew was that for many years
He was trying to follow a path
Shrouded in darkness and sorrow and a feeling . . . more
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September 03, 2006 12:51 PM EDT --
A Possible Merger
Like a woodland nymph
She skips through the forest of my life
Always hiding behind the hedges of my thoughts
Always illusive fading in and out
Coming and going but always . . . more
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September 20, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
A new life is born,
the soul begins its journey,
though the soul is worn.
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September 09, 2006 01:37 PM EDT --
Antiseptic whitewashed walls glared into her weary, wary eyes. Wary with dreaded anticipation, as the pain throbbed in her womb like the heartbeat of an earthquake's epicenter.
This was the final . . . more
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December 11, 2006 06:56 PM EST --
There are those who know nothing of Christmas spirit and all its meaning.
They are the forgotten who have slipped beyond the sight of the world.
Alcoholics, drug addicts, prostitutes, street children. . . . more
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September 24, 2006 04:14 PM EDT --
Juices
Why don't my juices flow?
He went away and I can't no more.
I'm in a brain freeze. A call from him could bring my heart ease.
Let my juices flow, until I want no more.
Why don't . . . more
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April 03, 2008 11:31 PM EDT --
The garden of Eden
without apples and snakes
is a lie
But we
who are educated
still seek for this perfection
that even at the sight of an apple
call it an orange
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September 24, 2006 01:18 PM EDT --
( this was the first poem that was published commercially)
The shaman of autumn extends his staff
And touches the green leaves,
Transmuting them into gold and flame.
But all too soon they turn . . . more
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September 22, 2007 08:10 PM EDT --
In the silent night with nothing but the moon in sight
It moved around in the grass as if it was its birthright
Then the silhouette stopped and looked around
As if it had heard an alarming sound
Its eyes . . . more
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September 12, 2006 08:02 AM EDT --
Mother , it was you who loved me first.
I loved you to but I did not know you as well.
I would see you holding your beautiful baby.
At that time I did not understand it was he who saved me. . . . more
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