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Poetry by Moonlight
In Memory of Justin. The Game of Life. So many things in life to be done. But instead I just ignore them. And keep having fun. In sand I often bury my head. Why deal with these things. When I can stay in bed? I live life the same as the days pass by. And seem to forget. To ask myself why. Years down the line, life’s still the same…. And nothing has changed. Am I still playing the game? Comments : Leave a Comment. Tags: game of life. Releasing the words…. I used to write poems, I would write them every day.
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Wordsend
A Collection Of My words. Friday, 5 April 2013. The winter has gone and spring has come. The weather is cold the snow just gone. The sun is bright but its the wind bite. The snowdrops are up. The daffodils are coming. Tulips will look stunning. Summer is coming slow but sure. The night is cold the sky so clear. The days are warmer but not quit a korma. So here to the day jack frost goes bye bye. The day the sun takes off his hat. The day that the tops come off. Tuesday, 19 March 2013. As the days draw out.
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Poetry By Night
Jag kan skriva hela världen och jag kan göra det bra. Torsdag, juni 22, 2006. I constantly thank god. Här tar den här bloggen slut. No more blogg. Däremot kommer jag finnas någon annanstans men det är hemlishemlis. jag vill inte att folk ska veta att det är jag, Emma, som skriver. ni får väl lista ut det :). Posted by Emma @ 4:35 em. Tisdag, juni 13, 2006. Summer in the city,. Posted by Emma @ 9:05 fm. Fredag, juni 09, 2006. Vackra Flickor Dör Snabbare. Nytt bokprojekt. Läs och kommentera. Det går inte&#...
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Poetry By Nina
A Collection of Poetry About. Extraordinary Experiences Playing the. Harp for Patients in the Hospital. An excerpt from Harpestry:. Ldquo;You Heal Me”. The harp music drifted into her room from the hallway. She peaked around the corner of the curtain. And invited me to enter her space. She smiled and closed her eyes. She knew what to do. Lying still to absorb the vibrations. Cleansing tears flowed from her eyes. She relaxed into the gentle sound. Soaking it in through her pores. We were playing a duet.
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Home
Poems for Lovers Holiday. This is a collection of romantic poetry that would be a. Perfect gift for the love in your life. These poems are a. Sure way to get you in the mood for love. We make you feel Love and want to be in Love. Poems by Noal specializes in the art of Love. It is my. Greatest desire that you experience the true essences of. Love and Romance. Your soul will bathe in exotic. Dreams that stimulate the mind and body. Poems by Noal can create a personalized poem just for.
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Poetry by Nowelle | Enjoy my words n stuffings…
Enjoy my words n stuffings…. POEM: History In The Making (daily prompt). July 19, 2014. HISTORY IN THE MAKING. I am moving forward,. Although I was hit in the head,. I feel ignored with the unsaid of her head,. Along with a big tall guy ignoring my plea,. Fearing that he will pretend not my understanding,. My understanding of the real world of weird,. I am moving forward. I am moving forward,. Through time and space and life,. Including how every many others suffer,. I am moving forward. Special people a...
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Poetry by Numbers –
May 15, 2015. We're not economists. We're weathermen - The best rewards Go to those who most swiftly spot approaching storms. Poring over balance sheets we go, often in vain, In search of risk, excessive debts - The first true signs of rain. How quickly climates … [Read more]. A poet talks to an economist. May 15, 2015. We were once tectonic. April 17, 2015. In the margin of error. March 24, 2015. The pollster and the poet went to tea. March 23, 2015. To discuss voting intention. With the most unpred...
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Poetry by others
Wednesday, April 6, 2011. Lied of the sea. I shouted your name. And only the sea responded. With the instant and avid. Foam of its waves. Through the chaos of water,. Like a fish that escapes. Far, far away against the drift. To a horizon of darkness. Where breeze is cool as mint. Loneliness and a parade. From The Emissaries (1984), by Alvaro Mutis. Translated by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Posted by David Horacio Rosales Rojas. Monday, April 4, 2011. Where are you going, mister? What does it mean?
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Poetry by Pamela
I know I’ve talked before about Russ Towne and his children’s books. But Russ is working on some new books and I think you should be following his journey. Clyde and Hoozy Whatzadingle will be joined by Grumbly and Gruffina Grumpadinkle and I think there might be a Zebracorn or two somewhere along with the Pengwyn couple. Russ’ books are colorful and the rhyming stories are delightful. Well, what are you waiting for? This entry was posted on August 3, 2015, in Poetry. Ode to Social Media. Have a life dul...
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Love Interrupted
Sunday, February 28, 2016. Struggling to escape. Across my hopes, dreams and love of you. Monday, October 26, 2015. There was a time that in my imaginings I could close my eyes and see the face that inspired. That face was your face. Time and distance have reduced what once was the purest of erotic muses. To less than a distant memory. Now my innermost want. Has no face.my inner eye tries to focus on something that no longer exists. That is when. I new I was truly alone. That which they cannot fathom,.
