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Poetry: May 2013
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Monday, May 6, 2013. Flip me on like a light switch. Call my name in the dark. Caress my ears with the whispers of your promises. To slow stroke me like a leisurely walk in the park. Take your time convincing me that this will never end. Maneuver my curves carefully. On a road with constant bends. Penetrate my body's spirit. With the fire of your desire. Melt my mind's defensive walls. As the hot embers from your lava falls. Bring me to the pinnacle. Bring me to explosion. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
Poetry: December 2011
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Tuesday, December 6, 2011. Make love to my mind. Tell me things that I might find. Things that are true nevertheless. Make love to my heart. Bestow on my heart things you'd never give to another. Let me make love to your mind. Let me make love to your mind. Expound on the things that make me. Want to love you for you. Let me make love to your heart. Make promises on how you took me from the start. Let me make love to your heart. Assure you of my love and respect. For your inner being. Make love to my soul.
Poetry: May 2014
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Life came calling on me. Before I even knew what life was. Time forced me to be a me. And I learned that the caged bird. To be free, but. Also for all the possibilities that might be. He knew his turn was over. But for friends, and friends of friends who still. I know why the caged bird sings. He sings for the chance for me to be me. When Life came calling. I reached out, but no hand was there. My sister, my friend. Looked at me with detached. We all have our lives to live. And I...
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013. I am not Jesus but I gave him my life. As he examined the gift. He began to proclaim. Though vast and inviting. Simply was not enough. I am not Jesus but I gave him my life. And the weight of the price I offered him. Just wasn't quite healthy enough. I am not Jesus but I gave him my life. I drew him in and offered him solace. I implanted him into the seams of my life. Like a chick gets a new bosom. And I asked for nothing in return. But his love and patience. He wanted my soul.
Poetry: June 2013
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013. Dreaming Awake (A Haiku). Eyes closed daytime night. I see you there arms open. Love takes over done. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Caring, fun, loving, exciting, boring.actually, I'm an average woman- a REAL woman- with many different facets. Get to know me, you'll like me. You REALLY will! Also, follow my daily ramblings on Twitter at http:/ twitter.com/MissMeandI. View my complete profile. Dreaming Awake (A Haiku). Watermark template. Powered by Blogger.
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Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina
Poems from Ocean Ridge, North Carolina. Thoughts and views from a retired government worker as recorded in rhythm and rhyme. Saturday, October 30, 2010. A Little Hill in Arlington. It is about 10 days past the anniversary of the report of my father's missing plane. I have posted this poem before but think it appropriate to re-post it around this anniversary every time. It took 50 years for us kids to get closure on his departure. There’s a little hill in Arlington. Where no bodies are interred. With othe...
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Me- - Just me. Ici tout est anonyme. Il y juste mes poèmes. 02/06/2007 at 7:29 AM. 27/07/2007 at 1:23 PM. Subscribe to my blog! C'est la vie pas l'paradis. C'est la vie pas l'paradis]. De ne jamais remonter. De ne jamais me relever. De ne jamais me consoler. De ne plus jamais rien avoir à affronter. De ne plus jamais revenir. De ne plus jamais imaginer le pire. De ne plus jamais avoir à souffrir. C'est la vie pas l'paradis]. De tte faç0n ya rien a regretter ici. vs'êtes pas d'acc0r? M0n ét0ile, je l'aime.
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Poems by Mehmet Yashin
Poems by Mehmet Yashin. 23 Haziran 2009 Salı. POEMS BY MEHMET YASHIN (1996-2007)*. I remember that he used to wear white boxers, and where. He used to scratch… And that is the only image I have retained of him. His papers, scattered around the house, and indeed, his boxers. Not quite a vacuum but a huge blank with stains:. He should have left something for me as a souvenir. I chose this typewriter myself that day, 50s, A-keyboard,. Keys hardly shift, some characters appear crooked. My feet abandon me lik...
Poems By Melissia
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God Loves You
Michelle Yee on FFP. Reflections on life and on God. August 10, 2015. Thy name is power. Http:/ msmichelleyee.blogspot.com. Fallen by the way side and through the cracks I’ve slipped. Tears have blurred my vision. Entrapped by the devil’s lie,. How foolish am I to be tricked. I have since lost my way. And the sight of who I am. Until His light shone through. My eyes have finally been opened and now I see. Lord I need You to come to rescue me. I know Your word is true. Great is thy power to heal. Be still...
Poetry
Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Life came calling on me. Before I even knew what life was. Time forced me to be a me. And I learned that the caged bird. To be free, but. Also for all the possibilities that might be. He knew his turn was over. But for friends, and friends of friends who still. I know why the caged bird sings. He sings for the chance for me to be me. When Life came calling. I reached out, but no hand was there. My sister, my friend. Looked at me with detached. We all have our lives to live. And I...
Poems by Nadia
We all have a button. One that’s easy to push. But hard to turn off. And its labeled selfish . August 12, 2015. To get lost in my own thoughts. Is like searching through the desert. With no directions or map to guide me. The longer I’m there the weaker I become. As dehydrated thoughts take over. And cause me to see a mirage of false imagery. Upon realizing the truth I throw myself down. Like a child’s tantrum over a misplaced toy. And turn into the hot mess I keep buried below. August 12, 2015. Follow &l...
Poems By Nath
Words to feed the soul. Saturday, 3 December 2016. Loneliness. it got to him. Even though he said it did not matter, how much ever he tried to convince his mind otherwise, he knew it did. His parents worried, his friends worried. His sisters worried. And he did not show to the world, his worries. He put up a brave face. Tormented by the prospect of will it screw me up or will it not. Every single step in life mattered. And he did Not have a significant other. But he had no one to prove it with. He bend o...
Po[em]s by Nathonius
January 30, 2011. Every Winter you come back. On my arm like a sore. You I want to attack. I've tried lots of kinds of oil,. Salt water, even butter;. All the irons plus the putter. Still you're there like a boil. You make be kind of crazy like a rhyme-scheme reversal. You make me look bruised,. Like as if I've been abused,. But you insist it isn't personal. I guess it's time to accept you. Just as part of my body. Since you came to the party,. I suppose I'll have to admit you. January 10, 2011. Also, re...
Poems by New Yorkers -
In America Everythings for Money: Erdal O. December 6, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. After that they fuck. Read Full Article →. Feeling Infinite in the Desert: Andrew Q. December 1, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. It's lucky I get to go here! So flat and dry. Read Full Article →. Pushing Himself Between the Bodies: Danaya E. November 29, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. Pushing himself between the bodies. Read Full Article →. Life Isn’t Always Rainbows: Unknown rider. November 25, 2016. Middot; Add Comment. Middot; Ad...
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I just sit upon a writing desk, and write. And then, I tell stories. Legends of long ago. If I could turn back the clock. Frozen in time, but never undone. Spoken in haste, and forever hanging. In that space between the dimension. Of forgiveness and pain. Through the tunnels of time. There is love that is overwhelming. But still not enough. It is not emptiness that remain. But bittersweet pain, the deep loss that knows. What will never be replaced. HAIBUN IN A BLINK. Photo courtesy of Gabriella. Did I mi...
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