Tag: poems
member name: Samantha H.
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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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 . . . more
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August 25, 2007 03:45 PM EDT --
Walk with me on the path of life,
exploring every bend of the road.
Enjoy with me the beauty of life
along its wonderful course.
Find comfort in my open arms
when grief crosses our path,
as I will find . . . more
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July 31, 2007 01:49 PM EDT --
Skeletons and lost love,
it's all just a part of the day.
The tears won't dry up,
they never choose to fade.
I freeze in front of the mirror.
My face looks older day by day.
My reflection . . . more
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October 18, 2007 02:19 PM EDT --
He likes to read me
run his fingers
across the lines
of my remains...feminine
curve of delicate
thought
he likes to think
he's trapped breath
in stalled stanzas—
unfinished as dreams— . . . more
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December 15, 2007 06:47 PM EST --
On his left shoulder sat Patience.
He was a dowdy sort
of fellow who often
went ignored.
But Patience married
Persistance at a very
young age, and thus
was not left alone
for very long . . . more
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November 03, 2007 04:50 PM EDT --
Ahh,
that beautiful,
painful,
magical,
muse
of "Spoken Word"
as I hear
the smooth impromptu jazz
in the background
amidst a glass clinking,
low conversation crowd
in a room
too . . . more
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January 13, 2008 09:34 PM EST --
My doorsteps are an
entrance and exit
to two completely
different worlds.
The cement slabs
are the gateway
separating one
from the other.
I have never sat
. . . more
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December 30, 2007 01:56 PM EST --
What if I were to say:
I'll never be complete without you;
would you contest or
believe my words to be true?
What if I were to say:
I couldn't survive if we were not together;
would you . . . more
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August 13, 2007 06:43 PM EDT --
Perhaps it is the unknown,
perhaps it is the unidentified.
Whatever it may be,
It remains to be seen;
it has no path...
nothing to call its history,
nothing to trace its existence to.
But . . . more
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July 14, 2007 08:56 AM EDT --
“An apple for the teacher,”
you smile and sweetly say.
I’m downright suspicious—
it’ll be a long day.
You never do your work,
you always act up in class.
I’ve caught . . . more
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July 17, 2007 12:51 PM EDT --
Eyes are the windows
to a person's very soul.
This realization hits me
as I receive a sidelong
glance from across
the crowded room.
In that single moment,
nothing else matters-
not our past, not our . . . more
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July 08, 2007 10:08 AM EDT --
Alone she sat in her room;
bed made up, everything neat.
Gently, she rubbed her frail little hands.
"Sit down," she said as she patted the seat.
"See these hands so scarred and worn?
They've . . . more
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August 09, 2007 04:37 PM EDT --
There is a lasting darkness
that creeps in from the night;
I sense it all around me,
I feel it hold me tight.
Try to turn away from it
and crawl back into bed,
that’s when I understand it— . . . more
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July 24, 2008 09:40 AM EDT --
He wrote beauty on the pages of her heart,
nestled in the grass under the moonlight.
Promises were extensions of her world,
. . . more
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July 26, 2007 01:20 AM EDT --
There was something I awakened
that should have been left to sleep.
It was your hand wielding
the knife in my heart so deep.
Strip away your fixed composure
and leave only your pallid face.
Your hands . . . more
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June 30, 2007 11:40 AM EDT --
Bring me down from the shelf.
Place me next to your heart,
in your shirt pocket
for safekeeping.
Take me out when you need me-
time for a break.
Relieve some stress...
draw me to your . . . more
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July 03, 2007 04:24 PM EDT --
Broken words seem to fill in places
like the unexpressed meanings
on the tip of my sinful tongue.
Chapstick smears on the mirror
like the torn rose petals on the ground,
telling the tale . . . more
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July 23, 2007 04:52 PM EDT --
What if poetry created life?
You go to the store and buy
a book with colorful cover and
the poet’s name fits into your
manicured bookshelf. No one
reads it until the day you move
and remove the . . . more
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