Tag: poem
group name: artisticminds
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March 25, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Unseen greatness
as I strolled in the sand
partially broken heartache
turning page after page
undeniably love has become
an odyssey.
Reminding me of a
faceless horizon, . . . more
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March 27, 2008 09:29 PM EDT --
Steady...
Fear is approaching,
predominant principal of survival,
shadows are standing there
eyes wide open...
Precocious moves between
another sundown,
I learned to escape . . . more
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April 01, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
On a long day
intentionally I drift to
another Universe,
where meaningful thoughts
randomly feel oppressed by
an unpredictable image.
Holding to a glimpse of . . . more
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April 04, 2008 10:03 PM EDT --
Occasionally
unselfish thoughts
will past you by
finding shadows
walking an entire
plain field with you
trailing me behind.
Deception...
Whirl winds steadily
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April 06, 2008 09:44 PM EDT --
Tender moments
allowing us to departure
on a cloudy day
towards ecstasy.
Our journey is eminent
Rose Petals lay upon
opening your eyes
to a new beggining.
A hand full of promises . . . more
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April 08, 2008 06:53 PM EDT --
Stay close, don't stray away
They who eat children are roaming today
Stay near, don't go to far
Tempting your boundries by not staying where you are
Stay close, don't wander off . . . more
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June 18, 2008 04:09 AM EDT --
One day my song will touch your forehead
Kissing your soul
Today is not that day.
One day my words will whisper in your ears
Touching your spirit
Today is not that day. . . . more
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June 09, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
Ah, A Mental Block
Ah, a mental block-
a temporary thing, like
a folded napkin!
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July 16, 2008 06:48 PM EDT --
This article is largely based on "The Epic of Gilgamesh" by N K Sandars published in the Penguin Classic series in London.
If you ever wanted an original of this Epic then Amazon.com would . . . more
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April 18, 2008 04:13 PM EDT --
Losing myself, I find serenity
Leaving mystic terror,
Climbing ecstasies
I touched the eternity.
The silver wings of my dream
Fluttering in . . . more
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April 03, 2008 08:24 AM EDT --
Amongst us
shadows gradually
corrupting our
piece and mind.
I'm emotionally disturb.
As I walked blindfolded
through a valley
of death souls
leaving . . . more
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April 03, 2008 07:41 PM EDT --
On a cloudy day
still remember
painful memories
of desolation.
Suddenly...
The Phone ring...
My sister sounds stressed
I hear tears falling
as she is getting
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April 06, 2008 02:21 PM EDT --
Troubled times have come upon these fallen hands
Yet in the sunshine, all feels fine
Lead me to the place no one will ever find
I take a path solely mine
Not knowing how to breath
Drowning . . . more
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July 15, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
I believe
I just want to believe
So I Believe.
What else is there, everybody believes?
I can believe anything that I want to believe.
I'm not fake, I have common sense
And . . . more
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March 16, 2008 05:55 PM EDT --
Expressions of solitude
occupied by a silver lining
astonish as clouds imagine your face
reflecting a side of a bright moon.
Silence was part of the . . . more
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March 30, 2008 09:12 PM EDT --
Finally I' m Awake...
On a melancholic
mourning your smile
allow me to dance
within walls standing
between you and I...
Unconscious dreams
constantly portrait . . . more
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May 16, 2008 10:32 PM EDT --
Man sits alone
Stares at the wall
He wants to call her
But it won't
Satisfy
His lonely heart
Her words or voice
Can barely touch close enough
To the deepened hole
That encases
Him . . . more
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May 05, 2008 03:25 AM EDT --
I wrote this for a poetry class last fall. This is the response to the fifth assignment: Write a poem using symbolism, but do not use a common symbol.
This poem is reflective of my . . . more
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May 24, 2008 12:42 AM EDT --
Two hearts so close and far apart
What's that you say from the other end of the couch?
I didn't hear you, it doesn't matter anyway
While away the hours mindless TV . . . more
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June 13, 2008 03:49 PM EDT --
My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly . . . more
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