Tag: thought
group name: poeticjustice
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September 21, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
A grain of sand changed hands and the world shuddered to a stop
I ceased to size my portion or care what coming would fill once arrived
My space to space and section was my own shape in . . . more
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May 14, 2008 03:08 AM EDT --
He didn't
Care what those
Others thought
Or said, their
Words and thoughts
Were as dry
Dust and wind;
It was her
Thoughts and words,
What she thought,
What she said,
He wished . . . more
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June 02, 2006 06:29 PM EDT --
Fence off offense
My stance is hardly anything
I linger over points of pride
Comfortably removed
from the comfortably
. . . more
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August 08, 2006 06:12 PM EDT --
darkness breeds darkness
broad axe of the left handed
and forgetful god
* * *
a river churning
in the canyon far below
darkness couched . . . more
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December 15, 2006 09:51 PM EST --
Aren't you my own voice
that I have suppressed
for decades like that of
a mentally retarded close relative,
hidden in sanctum sanctorum?
Why do you fill up in red in
those miniscule comfort zones, . . . more
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June 24, 2006 12:39 PM EDT --
The other day I noticed my writing site was cancelled. I finally decided that well, instead of getting all peeved I would just create another. The new site was kinda expensive but I am finding it . . . more
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October 30, 2006 07:07 PM EST --
there she was.
in that seductive corner, resting elbows on her knees-
lips the hint of cherry balls, eyes that boggled memory.
she sipped from lip-stained champagne flutes,
finished . . . more
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October 23, 2007 02:04 AM EDT --
The car radio said something
I didn't want to hear
but it was too late
it was already free
and into my head
mushing my mind
turning the radio off
was a useless act
it was already free . . . more
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January 08, 2008 08:53 AM EST --
Oh, baby, when you breathe,
Asleep in my arms again,
The peace in my heart survives,
For one more night.
Oh, baby, when you breathe,
Asleep in my arms again,
I can understand . . . more
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September 02, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
He's a singularly surly fellow,
This little dog of mine,
But just to look at him, I mellow.
He's quite my child, and that's just fine.
With his noisy Barks,
And disgusted snarks, . . . more
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January 11, 2007 02:43 AM EST --
Memories of you are with me to this day,
and with no doubt forever will remain.
Images of you haunt my dreams,
so lifelike, I awaken calling your name.
. . . more
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April 27, 2007 09:40 PM EDT --
Somewhere a long time ago, I think there was a two word challenge with the words I am, and I started a poem on it. Never finished it. Last night I was playing around with it, and came up with a version . . . more
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April 26, 2007 08:21 PM EDT --
This poem is dedicated to that perennial cockroach that seems to infest the gather landscape in ever increasing numbers. If this is about you, you know it. You wish you could write, but you can't, . . . more
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May 20, 2006 11:41 AM EDT --
You . . . more
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October 20, 2006 04:45 AM EDT --
The Bay of Souls
I often sit thinking alone by the bay,
My mind wanders too dreams, at the break of the day,
A call of a seagull resounds in the sky,
As I sit and sift through the thoughts in my mind, . . . more
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December 15, 2006 08:21 PM EST --
The rain is pounding on the roof,
And the wind tears at my door,
And it occurs to me,
That all I see,
Has been here once before.
Then you were pounding on my soul,
And tearing at my heart, . . . more
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December 20, 2006 04:29 PM EST --
Branches shed their snow lightly,
In the after storm breeze,
Bracing, yet chilling,
Down here no one sees,
Single tear on warm cheek,
Then one on the other,
It's your memory I seek,
Under . . . more
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January 11, 2007 07:24 AM EST --
Dew Drops
1.
A butterfly
Suddenly came near
Set on my shoulder
Murmured: Happy spring day!
Making me flower!
2.
Evening was falling for night;
Wings and wings were in the sky: . . . more
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December 02, 2006 11:26 AM EST --
The roses all lay wilting on the table,
And the card, unopened by their side.
I'd of sent ten dozen if I was able,
Anything to stop the way you cried.
Sandi, where have you gone? . . . more
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December 30, 2006 07:25 AM EST --
Warm, dry, August night,
Thirst, throat, dust meet,
Longnecks, iced down right,
And cow tipping,
In the moonlight.
City cousins, oh so sweet,
And my boys, I want to meet,
Under century old . . . more
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