Tag: poetry
group name: starvingartists
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July 09, 2008 04:44 PM EDT --
I mirror myself in his eyes
He whips them and I crawl
His countenance, I await
He smiles and I stand tall
Please approve;
I carry his sorrow
I am his sorrow
His hand embraces mine, . . . more
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June 22, 2008 09:41 PM EDT --
i wish i could
write you poetry
not the meandering desire
that filters through
weather and flowers
but the words that
change thoughts
to roll you into my arms
like the stuff . . . more
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June 26, 2008 08:20 PM EDT --
packing the books
taking the knicks
and knacks into
storage
preparing my summer
for solitude and retreat
and did i mention the
thought of seducing you
or better
you seducing . . . more
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January 15, 2008 08:41 PM EST --
This is a poem I wrote after the death of a loved one. I saw/sensed his image on the other side of a window and these words came to me:
I see you through a window in . . . more
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January 15, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
Sometimes when it's crowded and my life is a race,
I yearn to travel far.
I turn off the road away from the lights
In search of a gentler place.
I know it by sound, I know it by sight,
It touches . . . more
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April 23, 2007 08:57 PM EDT --
I feel the ache
It surrounds my every bone
I can see the scars on my flesh
I remember each cut
Suddenly I'm drained.
I've never felt this cold.
My soul gasps:
What . . . more
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January 10, 2008 03:21 PM EST --
Suspicion-(rictameter)
A hint
Of difference
Whispers in ears; in dark.
Day brings false smiles, nods. Roving eyes.
Rashness murders bodies; mouths closet thoughts. . . . more
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October 18, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
You were a spark searching for something to light.
All soft touches and warm smiles and such a sad, distant longing in your eyes. How much cheaper would the sum of my life have been, without you? It is . . . more
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August 31, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
The old worn-out house
Sat empty for so long,
Cobwebs hung on doors.
And winding weeds grew out
Window panes.
Then sometime in early March
Action figures arrived.
. . . more
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November 19, 2007 04:54 PM EST --
1. My niece
Playful, giggling
Fingers are in olives
Expecting Santa Claus tonight
Sorry
2. Baby
Crawling, drooling
Playing with a turkey
Chews a photo of . . . more
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November 17, 2006 11:51 AM EST --
How far my outstretched hand,
reaches to help in your distress.
Although my affections banned,
by you, I still progress.
Many times you've been in need,
I rush in for the rescue.
My time will . . . more
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January 06, 2008 09:43 PM EST --
useless night
flowers will bloom no longer
for my eyes, they´re already dead
you wont return to me, my lover
you´ll just drift away, instead
in this night, only dark may stay with me . . . more
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September 26, 2007 07:52 PM EDT --
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June 21, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
wild flowers
that are so striking
that shoot up between
bi-weekly adventures
of the lawn mower
are my resource of joy
red and yellow
and there for you
if you were there . . . more
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November 15, 2007 04:42 PM EST --
'You have chosen me from low estate to be your queen and companion, far beyond my desert or desire; if, then, you found me worthy of such honor, . . . more
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May 26, 2008 10:00 AM EDT --
I used to do it when I was young,
Though I don't do it any more.
I did it in my room all alone
At night after I locked my door.
I could have done it in the day,
But I . . . more
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January 06, 2008 09:46 PM EST --
away
I know your face
it longs away from me
so awkwardly
while jealous eyes stare
the rose falls away from recognition
I cant stop water
tonight, my soul is light
as I drift away from thee
and . . . more
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March 29, 2007 12:27 AM EDT --
Winter
snow piles on the driveway piles on the porch
piles on the lawnmower I forgot to put away.
The cat comes in, stretches and yawns by the fire.
First time in three months he is inside today.
. . . more
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March 28, 2007 03:32 PM EDT --
"Find me an Eden."
So, I treasure my solitude
but then I crave you like a drug.
Yes, I want my isolation
but I also want your every thought.
I want a constant . . . more
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June 02, 2007 03:48 AM EDT --
For DragonSoul
A poem that speaks to me
touches my soul.
What it says to me
may not be
what is says to you.
Therein lies
its magic.
June, 2007
© Carol LeHane
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