Tag: poetry
group name: tsopr
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March 22, 2008 01:33 AM EDT --
Poetry Form: Sonnet
I am not young, my eyes they do grow old
I invite twelve friends -- partake my last Sup:
Let`s fight over my writings when I am cold
A life support . . .
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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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June 13, 2008 12:08 AM EDT --
There is a weeping willow tree
outside my bedroom window.
I look at it in the early morning ---
there are dew drops dangling from its graceful tendrils.
They dazzle in the new day's light . . .
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June 17, 2008 08:12 PM EDT --
My dad was a farmer, as were his dad and grandpa before him. My mom's dad and grandpa were farmers too. This is from my memories of all of them.
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June 18, 2008 05:14 PM EDT --
I couldn't sleep last night so I let my mind wonder. When I finally harnessed my thoughts, this is what I had come up with. I'm not sure where the idea came from, but while I . . .
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July 16, 2008 01:21 PM EDT --
I lift my face to the moon
and throw a kiss to the stars.
I feel the night's breeze through my hair.
I take a deep breath.
I shut my eyes
and utter words to my Lord above.
My soul is . . .
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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 . . .
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June 29, 2008 05:43 AM EDT --
I tilled my thoughts--
near a sparkly stream, where
a rainbow bridge linking the past,
the present, and the future
of an exquisite aroma
of my morn sighs, 'til it dawned upon a pink butterfly, . . .
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December 09, 2008 01:11 PM EST --
It was at night long ago
one Star bright cast its glow
to guide three Wisemen far below.
The Angels' Choir joined to sing
while Shepherds fell upon their knees.
A Baby's cry pierced the sky, . . .
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November 04, 2008 01:55 PM EST --
The Terzanelle is a poetry type which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima forms. It is a 19-line poem consisting of five interlocking triplets/tercets * plus a concluding quatrain* . . .
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April 06, 2008 11:42 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Free Verse
A word struck
by the ink sword . . .
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October 17, 2008 01:53 PM EDT --
In grade school, I fell in love with English Romantic poetry. Who wouldn't swoon over a phrase like " willows whiten, aspens quiver, little breezes dusk and shiver " ? The gorgeous . . .
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April 08, 2008 12:41 AM EDT --
Poetry Form: Free Verse
Arty is artisrtic:
a Minx cat jumps
off a balcony
a trash-man runs
picks up an alley cat -- . . .
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April 06, 2008 05:06 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Sonnet
We're married in nineteen eight-seven
That is the day I wore your band of gold
I spied cumulus clouds in the Heavens
In my life -- this marriage . . .
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November 10, 2008 09:51 PM EST --
A Wrapped Refrain style of poetry by Jan Turner @ shadowpoetry.com consists of:
2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each
an 8,8,8,8,12,12 - syllable count per line . . .
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December 04, 2008 01:29 PM EST --
I love Christmas, what it means, and the good it seems to bring out in people. On the flip side of that, though, I also hate the season for the commercialism and the pressure that the commercialism . . .
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December 06, 2008 03:25 PM EST --
"Exuberance"
Nature's shading its easel with wintry hues;
Using colors that glint among its sly ruse.
Chocolate brown cattails are frozen in ice,
While shiny green pines . . .
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December 11, 2008 04:50 PM EST --
WE WHO SANG...
Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall down...
Recall the imagery of pigtail plaits, missing . . .
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May 10, 2009 12:45 AM EDT --
I am a storm, raging;
I am a river, flowing;
I am an ocean, tempestuous
crashing upon the shore.
I scream,
I sigh,
I laugh,
I cry.
I pound . . .
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June 12, 2008 11:55 PM EDT --
Floating on air
Nothing under my feet
Suspended 'tween high and low
Hanging.
No ground on which to stand
No walls on which to lean
The air has lost all warmth
Its chill wraps me
Cold. . . .
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