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I am a 36 year old female in Tennessee. My first poems are more “dr seuss” because I rhyme well. I am now starting into more free verse. It is much more expressive for me, but is a new format. Ask me any questions you’d like …This is a new website to me, so I will likely add more later
I am new to writing poetry – only about 4 years and most of that has been without peer review, but I have always loved art and know what makes me “feel”. All forms of art art about creating feeling in someone else. It doesn’t matter if it’s a feeling of disdain or a feeling of love. A piece should make you think, cry, laugh, something .. any reaction, even if not the intended one, is better than none.
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Life is moving swiftly along In only a blink, it could be gone One moment here, then gone away Snuffed like a candle on a windy day Life speeds along in a continual stream Flowing along on the wings of a dream So fly to the stars and taste of the earth Living and loving in sadness and mirth Run through the fire and dance on the ice Stop not to worry and think it through thrice This time around is only one spin Don't stand there waiting for life to begin Life surrounds us waves of connection I...
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A full harvest moon rises Her glow lights the darkness Revealing with her shadows What the day had known But could not express A passion is held Away from light’s harshness Existing in stolen moments Fire fierce, impetuous Dams burst forth in mighty floods No words are spoken Hot breath on bare skin Flows in yearning waves Discernment overcome With the power of ages Air heavy with jasmine Sets delicious ambiance Of passion’s desire Moonlight in her eyes Power in his hands Harmony in their kis...
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Shards of darkness linger A remnant of the blast Cold hard truth that shattered Illusions of the rapt Harsh daylight shines brightly Upon this broken stone Once of solid granite Now dust of the unknown Mystic dreams lie shattered Like filth upon the floor Thrown away like nothing A sacred treasure torn One voice cries in anger A mangled heart now bleeds Tears of sorrow linger A soul begins to freeze
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A timeless notion an endless scene joined one to another another between The circle continues binding us here one to another doubt and fear Something so simple we often forget with each passing moment no time for regret Our time here is short, limited by flesh to find one another move toward the test Only by the triumph of all do we live a bond forged in spirit our lives free to give Called to a purpose already defined tempered with patience and love of all kind
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inside a raging fire unbridled and lifting higher looking for a calming space one without the pounding pace standing on my own two feet not afraid of whom I meet searching, yet no search at all heeding none yet hearing all looking for the chosen way revealed inside a brand new day along a path yet free to change another step along the way I look inside surprised to see all the things that make up Me simple, sweet, and calm they seem a raging storm caught in between timeless, ageless lessons l...
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There are lots of words to be eliminated, but I’m a minimalist “use no unnecessary word” Mark Twain Poll – in the second paragraph, should be “pole”, but I’m sure someone has already pointed that out. You swap from past to present. An “ing” phrase followed by an “ed” phrase in the same paragraph in what appears to be the same timeframe, consider putting everything in one reference. I liked the piece. But use more feeling words. It reads as a report of events rather than a passionate encount...
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a very nice tribute. you might try putting in more feeling words, rather than descriptors to convey the sense of warmth and the waning of it to pull the reader more into the scene. It rhymes in the first and last parts, which I assume is intentional, but doesn't carry the meter through the poem, which makes me have to reread in places. overall good job
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