Tag: writing
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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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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August 02, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
I find as a writer, that an old dictionary is a great tool.
In fact, the older the dictionary, the better.
Now I have two very old dictionaries that I use, but I have others that are not so old, and . . . more
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December 30, 2006 11:51 PM EST --
I havent written poetry in years and Id like to start again but im afraid! Do you all have any tips for getting started again? How do you stop being scared of writing?
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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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June 20, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
They tell me that I reach for men who's hands are brazen in display
that I intentionallly look upon the sweet ones in dismay
that I do not know how to bend or shake the brutes out of my . . . more
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August 16, 2006 02:04 AM EDT --
This one came to me in a dream......... ;) Pretty sappy, but it begged to be written.
And the dream always ends
With you still there
While my mind stays adrift
Sleepy currents of . . . more
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June 25, 2008 11:57 AM EDT --
Hello to all! =)
Since so many of you have been kind enough to show ineterest in my works and have asked for links to where the books can be found, I've decided to put it in article form.
By . . . more
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September 20, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns . . . more
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March 29, 2008 12:48 AM EDT --
(This poem is from the writing of another. I can't remember who wrote the original words; I cut up the article and rearranged it. I promise I'll find the author. If someone recognizes . . . more
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August 06, 2006 09:42 PM EDT --
It's alright by me
If you sometimes call my name
We left that room so long ago
But my heart is still the same
Please feel free to drift
Back to the mood we were in
And . . . more
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January 04, 2008 11:22 AM EST --
This life is not enough
to understand a woman.
What a thing she is!
No dictionary has enough words
to say about a woman
whatever she is.
Sometimes we think
the woman is just like the summer. . . . more
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June 14, 2008 05:22 AM EDT --
This is a reponse to Janet Louise H.'s prompt for Friday's Writing Essential .
My head, like a sea dog, bobs in the ocean.
My feet dangle from the cusp of the moon, where . . . more
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September 23, 2006 10:59 AM EDT --
Our lives are like a book.
Before I take you within my hands
To read your story
I'll run my hands gently over your cover,
Feeling the richness and quality of your fine leather binding, . . . more
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August 04, 2006 11:07 AM EDT --
Tending to the stopper in the
ink bottle,
I quarantine my thoughts
of you.
A cloud of suspicion
like a sudden Spring rain
mars my landscape.
Rivuelets of water crumble my resolve.
I am no longer sanguine. . . . more
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October 10, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I'm frazzled
I'm dazzled by the sting of your hips
and I should be sleeping
but I'm bleeding underneath your silver clip
I play about
now I'm laid out
on a canvas for . . . more
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July 31, 2006 09:22 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem a few months ago. It means something special to me. I wanted to share it with my friends here on gather
None of this can be true
You say you love me . . . more
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September 22, 2006 12:24 PM EDT --
I am here, and yet I'm not.
The trees whispers my name,
Making it resonate between the mountains.
Thunder rumbles low in the background,
Waiting for the sky to light my stage.
Clouds darken, only . . . more
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September 23, 2006 08:53 PM EDT --
As the lighthouse breaks the haze,
Of the eerie nightly mist,
Sat upon the harbor,
A ghostly child awaits his ship,
His cries haunt the darkness,
Beyond the afterlife,
As he awaits the ship of souls, . . . more
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June 03, 2006 04:32 PM EDT --
This morning I rolled
around in the fragrances
of sage and clover
and let their scents
sex my skin.
I looked up past
the wingless mango
hanging nonchalant
in perpetuity
and . . . more
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