Tag: poem
group name: poeticjustice
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June 17, 2006 05:22 PM EDT --
This is my first poem written in English instead of in my mother tongue (Spanish). Writting in a language that is not my native one is a very interesting experience that I'm enjoying very much.
The . . . more
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September 27, 2008 02:37 AM EDT --
Sand between my toes
wind in my hair,
are you there?
Heart flutters
birds soar,
there’s the door!
My agony
is washed away
by the punishment
of pounding waves.
Walking alone . . . more
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June 15, 2006 11:40 PM EDT --
In staunch repose does lie my corpse,
As dead as dead can be,
Until the sun comes beaming in,
And wakes the soul in me.
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August 09, 2008 11:45 AM EDT --
We had that lovely quiet rain this morning that revives our landsacpe and freshens the air.
Reviving Rain
Rain falling gently
Bringing tired lawns to life . . . more
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October 09, 2008 05:34 AM EDT --
Across Time
Clouds
align themselves
with a moonlight
as the love for
another illusion
kept your voice
on white corridor.
Her silhouette
approaches . . . more
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October 11, 2008 02:30 AM EDT --
Scars inflicted by trauma
since birth
burned through to my soul
as animals are branded.
Exile and desolation
my only comrades
blessed may they be
for I . . . more
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November 25, 2006 12:59 AM EST --
North Wind Foe
Caps of foaming white,
Icy blue Pacific waves
Run south with the wind
To break on decks and sailors
Who ply ships to all ports north
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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May 27, 2006 12:15 AM EDT --
ouroboros dreams the night
illuminated
aurora borealis slithers
freer
teasing Gaia's senses
one bite
inflicting conceptual fantasy
labored
afterbirth rains down like
ripe apples
NOTE: . . . more
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November 25, 2007 03:13 PM EST --
Here's
Another
Haiku
For
You
This haiku's for you.
No! Wait! This haiku's for me.
Huh? No! It's for all!
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October 10, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
When I am tired and weary
sometimes I write in beige
when the write is over
I then turn the page.
When things get down
like sometimes they do
I just keep on writing
tho the outcome is . . . more
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October 07, 2008 09:14 AM EDT --
Sparkle, flame, dance, I think I'm falling
Heels over head in love again
And wishing, as you whistle, painting night sky
Sprinkling magic dust brightly,
Kissing her heart with . . . more
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May 25, 2006 11:07 PM EDT --
Five years, to the day, since I
set aside my brush.
Shoved the half-finished canvas
in an unmarked
box. Three apartments
since then. One reason
or another. Moving
so the walls . . . more
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October 08, 2008 12:27 PM EDT --
(for Jennifer, for Barb & Jay)
You were my world for that too-brief moment in time; you were my everything. Then I handed all eight pounds, fourteen ounces of faith into . . . more
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March 16, 2008 04:11 PM EDT --
The day stands beneath november drizzle
While the thick clouded sun shines high
So to better know
What ballot or beauty is today in time's reckoning
A passing rumble forward . . . more
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November 25, 2007 05:56 PM EST --
NOTHING
I can do naught but think of you.
What kind of hold on me have you
that I cannot sleep?
I hear your laughter in my dreams.
I cannot breathe.
I find your scent on my clothes.
I cannot eat. . . . more
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December 31, 2007 06:16 PM EST --
The darkness knows where I live
The longest night of the year
and it's Winter again
dreams turn into nightmares
and sleep is no escape
sickness means more time spent
indoors under . . . more
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September 13, 2008 09:01 PM EDT --
I am reposting this from last year for a good reason that is not related to gather.
You slither slowly
through the garden grass
trying not to make a sound.
Slowly spinning tales made . . . more
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June 24, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
This poem was born in my mother tongue, Spanish, but I'm also posting here an English translation for those who don't speak my language.
Flowing
Air flows inside;
willful torrent exhaling
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March 20, 2008 02:15 AM EDT --
sestina
Money for Nothing in Sugarville, Tennessee
On my left hand, I wear a diamond ring,
A gift from my old man, he calls me his sugar.
On my right hand, I wear nothing.
Today the . . . more
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September 30, 2008 09:51 AM EDT --
A simple toast, a simple rhyme
A premature thought unwinds
And as it lengthens, coils, or projects
Holding strand, fables not told yet
In the Hinterlands: Do they exist
Like scenes on a card: . . . more
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