Tag: poem
member name: Samantha H.
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June 24, 2007 08:14 PM EDT --
I crushed two stars in my hand
and laughed at the massacre of wishes;
I wanted to be high on dreams,
snorting stardust like cocaine and
making a wish every time I hit a line.
They didn’t come . . .
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September 03, 2007 02:29 PM EDT --
You degraded me
with homogeneous mixtures—
too much androgen cheese
was added to testosterone burgers
and I was ostracized,
cut from society’s happy meals
and thrown into waste bins.
Value . . .
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May 18, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
The
colors
together
tend to mingle
and turn an ugly
shade of burnt sienna.
Individually they were
beautiful shades that existed . . .
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June 26, 2008 11:25 PM EDT --
I try you on in the store
the way I would try on
an expensive leather coat or
a pair of high heeled boots,
mulling over the decision
in front of a mirror
and the sales lady,
wondering . . .
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June 23, 2007 12:28 PM EDT --
Sharp as knives,
sanguine tears
F
A
L
L
from hidden caves
of my soul,
clattering in
a dark shallow grave
where childish dreams have
become fine particles
of pretty fairy dust shifting
aimlessly . . .
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June 28, 2007 03:35 PM EDT --
I painted you a picture of beauty—
one that was embedded in the sky.
I whispered you an elogy,
leaving it on the smooth ridges of your lips.
I pressed my hands on yours,
but you pushed me away. . . .
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July 26, 2007 01:42 PM EDT --
If you were here right now,
standing right in front of me,
I would kiss you.
I would plant one on you
that would steal your breath
as it burned into your memory.
Lip to lip, and hip to hip,
my arms would . . .
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October 21, 2007 11:26 PM EDT --
You are the candle
in my hollowed out heart,
burning bright through
my hand-carved face of despair.
You set the gleam in my eyes
and then snuffed my soul
with the cold blow
of rejection. . . .
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July 23, 2007 11:35 PM EDT --
Wrapped in your oversized hoody
with my head on your chest,
I felt the planets align and the stars
shone brighter than they had in years
and I signed in utter contentment.
But dread draped . . .
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September 16, 2007 01:14 PM EDT --
Grab angst by its crinkled throat and take it in,
dissolve it, chew on its bones
and maybe it will disappear
for reader and writer.
Take sinewy, sultry lines,
and dance with them
until your midnight . . .
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May 13, 2008 08:06 PM EDT --
Grapefruit sliced in two
takes sweet revenge against me;
squirts juice in my eye.
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June 24, 2007 12:43 AM EDT --
Sound waves from your spoken thoughts
have rippled across the ocean
where our waters merged.
They lapped at the sand between my toes,
tickled me into a smile,
removed abrasive grains
once determined to . . .
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June 24, 2007 09:53 AM EDT --
Sometimes I wonder if I have a soul
because I am the only person unseen
by the automatic doors at WalMart.
Then I stop to consider the fact that
I shop at a corporation that eliminates
choice in order . . .
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June 25, 2007 02:38 AM EDT --
In troubled times we find ourselves
in search of something real;
we look for meaning in our lives,
and love in what we feel.
We search for something or someone
that touches us inside,
we long to look . . .
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June 26, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
I forgot how to write in color
so I turned to black and white with
an ink splattered mess on my fingers
from trying to finger paint portraits
on a wrinkled canvas.
I tried to immortalize . . .
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June 28, 2007 02:45 PM EDT --
If we passed each other on the street,
I probably wouldn’t look twice
at you, or give you a second thought.
You’re just another name flashing
across my computer screen.
But you . . .
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July 13, 2007 01:24 AM EDT --
You say my eyes are pools that you can get lost in,
deep as an ocean with windows directly to my soul.
You could stare into them forever, or so you claim,
with your clichéd advances that seem to . . .
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July 17, 2008 10:25 PM EDT --
dead center summer,
she walked through fields
with eyes cast down
trying not to step
on last minute crickets
or fluttery moths.
it was mid-July,
with dry heat sun-baking
mud on . . .
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June 23, 2007 11:08 AM EDT --
Perhaps I am a dreamer,
and a dreamer's dream
mixed with a writer's talent
can often have devastating consequences.
I wouldn't call myself a poet,
had I not first called myself a dreamer— . . .
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June 23, 2007 11:19 AM EDT --
Just as its legs clung to the glass,
its sweetness lingered on our lips:
a mere hint of grapefruit.
Sensations surging,
more than simple tannins
dancing on my tongue.
The feel of bass reverberating,
keeping . . .
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