poemsfromkenya.blogspot.com
Poems from Kenya
A blog of the Kenya Association of Poets. Friday, August 24, 2007. Welcome to the official blog of the Kenya Association of Poets.In a few weeks from today, I promise, you will find here poems submitted to the Kenya Association of Poets since circa 1980, by men, women and children from diverse religious, political or professional leanings, but all of whom take pride in the humble title of 'poet.'. I have put together some of their poems here not because they were the founders of the association (which is...
poemsfrommetou.blogspot.com
Poems from me to you
Poems from me to you. I'm here to write and let everybody knows I'm still living and I live life my way. View my complete profile. There was an error in this gadget. There was an error in this gadget. Posted by Raji U. Monday, December 7, 2009. We grew up together. We lived with each other. We told our lies. And kept our secrets hidden forever. You got were you wanted. And know you turn your back on me. I’m nothing but a freak. I’m nothing but a wanna be. I thought we had each other. I need to forget.
poemsfrommud.wordpress.com
Poems from Mud | Just another WordPress.com weblog
Just another WordPress.com weblog. Romance in One Sentence. August 26, 2010. Posted in BNM 2. August 25, 2010. By BNM. 1. You are the mug and the black coffee,. And the rain on the roof. You are a basketball flying through the hoop,. And the old man on the back of the book. You are a watermelon in the soil. And the horses in the pasture. However, you are not a slowly-sipped cup of water,. A tall glass of wine,. Or a Jeep in the parking lot. And you are certainly not the flowering dogwood. And the marsh b...
poemsfrommydreams.blogspot.com
Poems From My Dreams
Poems From My Dreams. The Blog is created with the sole purpose of posting my poetry. Feel free to drift in the sea of words. Friday, September 07, 2007. Standing still on the edge of life. I call upon the northern wind to take away my pain. Straining muscles before I dive. And still afraid of things that might remain. Before the wind starts cutting like a knife. I tilt my head to taste the droplets of the rain. I lean and jump into the hive. Feeling my hair shield my falling frame. Sitting at my desk.
poemsfrommyheart.info
HOME PAGE FOR DAVID'S POEMS34
PoemsFromMyHeart.info * * *. Please click on the buttons below to view the appropriate poem information! I read recently where a retiree was asked, "What do you do now, that you are retired? If you are not a relative, or a member of my immediate family I would recommend that you start on the "BIBLICAL" page. The section, along with the "Riddle" page contains the bulk of all the poems. David S. Shupe, Website Creator. I am an avid reader, reading over 100 books per year. I have read the Book of Books,...
poemsfromnowhere.blogspot.com
Poems From Nowhere
A random nowhere stranger sends postcards filled with brief slices of her favorite pieces of poetry to random strangers everywhere. They visit this small electronic somewhere to see the poems in their entirety. To talk about what the received words made them think, made them feel. To leave shining bits and pieces of beauty in their wakes. To simply pass through, pause for a moment, and breathe. Tuesday, June 15, 2010. Dear philosophers, I get sad when I think. Is it the same with you? I yell to the skies.
poemsfromprisons.wordpress.com
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January 9, 2017. What if we’re making the wrong assumption about the testing happening in the story of the binding of Isaac? What if the testing isn’t about Abraham’s willingness to sacrifice Isaac, but is about his willingness to engage with God about what he knows to be right? Via The Binding of Isaac and a Call to Argue WIT. January 2, 2017. Das Blut Jesu – Teil 5: Das Blut Jesu und das Blut Abels. Alles geschenkt in Jesus. Teil 1: Das Sündopfer. Teil 2: Das Passah. 1,210 more words. December 27, 2016.
poemsfromprovidence.blogspot.com
peter ciccariello
Posted by Peter Ciccariello. Monday, September 29, 2014. Lying on the sand, sideways I see pipers and gulls screeching, picking at the congregation on the edge of the tide. Closing one eye then the other, watching the horizon jump back and forth. Children search for stone crabs on the rock jetty. Time, arrow or not, hangs suspended languid and indolent. The pull of the tide the syrupy smell of kelp and. Why do objects appear to become smaller as they move farther away? Relate to the amount of uncertainty.
