Tag: living
group name: freeverselovers
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August 11, 2006 12:20 AM EDT --
With toes curling
in and out on the
the thick pile rug,
I begin to
imagine in my head
The words to pen
that set us apart
and unequal
.
Fingers play
the keys
I hear
in my head
Now . . . more
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August 17, 2006 04:44 PM EDT --
I'd like to cry
but I can't.
I'd like to run
away,
but that's impossible.
Sitting, watching from
the window
I feel so empty;
destroyed by one man's
words.
How can I profess to love . . . more
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August 14, 2006 08:38 AM EDT --
Horns and hammers in
the distance,
kids playing
Oh, hear, the songs of late summer!
Take the sound away
and I'd be more inspired
to write,
to listen . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:00 AM EDT --
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August 11, 2006 12:05 AM EDT --
Out of the blue
my lover came to me
Then out of the blue
he was gone.
My love for him
never ended...
Thirty years that
Took us through:
A husband or two,
children,...
and . . . more
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June 24, 2007 01:22 PM EDT --
I remember my eyes tightly closed for
washcloth scrubbings with zest bar soap
the tone of my mother's voice while she worked
trying to erase stained pokeberry
war paint.
more
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August 15, 2006 12:33 AM EDT --
(written in response to Amy's 10 minute challenge)
Time,
passion passing,
filled, wasted, mourned
reveled in, enjoyed, cherished
nonetheless,
is never gone,
nor was, . . . more
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April 08, 2007 10:38 PM EDT --
How shall I begin? Where would I end ?
Many tribulations I thought I would not survive.
Yet, I still breathe and stronger for the breaking. But now...here...a mountain so high...
its peak soars . . . more
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August 12, 2006 05:58 PM EDT --
To all the good things that ever happened in Autumn...
A cool breeze makes
the air crisp.
I'm breathless for my lover,
Autumn.
Senses quicken and
Beginnings begin from
lost plans of summer. . . . more
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September 22, 2006 03:55 PM EDT --
Earlier, niggling my brain during my morning work,
an idea sprung whole cloth
clattering across my desk.
Yet the busyness and whoosh of time
distracted me and I did not
as a good little poet
write . . . more
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January 27, 2008 10:42 PM EST --
Who would've thought a celeb like Sherwood
would be felled by a bit of toothpick or that I
would find Winesburg, Ohio bookmarked
with a napkin embossed with white bells
. . . more
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November 08, 2006 07:17 AM EST --
Sunlit touches of golden glaze
Upon the branches of colorful trees;
Autumn's ballet of
The whispering leaves;
Harvest full and plenty.
God's gaze upon us all
Thanks . . . more
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August 12, 2006 12:53 AM EDT --
The rain gently
spitting
Tingles the flesh
as I walk
through clouds
and a blank horizon.
The rain tingles
stirring awareness,
How alive I feel.
more
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August 05, 2006 06:01 PM EDT --
He's driven by what he hears in his head.
It is there to bring out what is best in him.
He's driven even more to compose,
to
express,
to . . . more
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August 10, 2006 08:18 AM EDT --
He waits in despair
Hoping his one true
love would appear.
She's aloof and
refuses to talk
The blowouts and
the misdemeanors
in the mind is all
contained for now.
What has become
of him?
She's . . . more
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August 12, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
<h2>The smell of autumn
leaves permeates my
senses. Someone's burning:
The Raking Time is here.
So strongly that
scent I still remember.
It takes me back -
to when autumn leaves
did not last . . . more
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August 30, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
[Critique welcome]
The Old Key
I have come across a key
in my desk forgotten.
I do not recall what it is for.
Unlocking memory?
Perhaps a door into an old reality. . . . more
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August 12, 2006 01:00 AM EDT --
If one can make a difference
let me be the one.
In places dark and chilly
let me be the sun.
For minds that seek enlightenment
let me hold the lantern.
when children need a guiding hand
let me become . . . more
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August 26, 2006 01:18 AM EDT --
EVIL
stalks my every breath
resides within my soul
broken being, darkened heart
eyes that scan for fear.
EVIL
rots my inner core
erodes my will to care
dares me "end it, weakling!"
"Complete . . . more
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August 25, 2006 08:57 AM EDT --
Alone is better
than to be robbed
every hour of the day,
crushed by ungrateful
people.
In solitude of a
quiet place,
the spirit looks
up and soars.
Much to do, where
does one begin?
Sorting out the
painful . . . more
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