Tag: environment
group name: thepoetryreview
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March 27, 2008 10:41 PM EST --
I cherish the times I walk alone
Down hardened dirt paths
Smells earthly, pleasing
breeze and bird song
Mere splashes of light
seeing my myself
an observer, separate
musing
I become . . . more
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January 12, 2007 11:32 AM EST --
In my desperation Lord I cried out to you
Will you hear me or turn me away
With a heart so heavy and full of pain
I have often wondered what you could possibly see in me
All my life I’ve been . . . more
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May 26, 2007 10:45 AM EDT --
Small shards of tear and blood stained glass
lying in the grass
That's all that's left of what was someone's heart
Black into gray, gray into white
curling up into the clouds
Ashes flying . . . more
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February 17, 2007 05:52 PM EST --
(I wrote this in July 2002 for a little girl in the news, Samantha Runnion. Her story broke my heart and I cried for a week. I didn't know her, but she was close to the same age as . . . more
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January 31, 2007 08:31 PM EST --
I'm sure you know me very well,
for you use me everyday;
To ruin reputations,
LIES would be my name.
Now don't claim you've never met me,
for you know me, oh so well;
I am your' . . . more
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April 18, 2007 11:50 PM EDT --
If there were no sun,
There would be no day.
If there were no water,
There would be no tree.
If there wasn’t air,
We would have no breath.
If there were no moon,
There would be no stars. . . . more
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April 04, 2007 02:47 PM EDT --
I'm 16
Not 6
Why must you treat me
Like I'm some kid
You have no faith in me
Do you even know I'm alive
I go for a job
You wish me the worst
I fall in love
You say
Stay away
Why . . . more
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April 23, 2007 11:15 AM EDT --
VENICE, WITH BONES
sack me gobs of lilacs the next time you float through
Venice
the glass lasts longer but is it as fragrant and
rife
all beauty bleeds so fast you have to run madly to
replenish . . . more
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August 16, 2007 11:17 AM EDT --
No Monsoon soon mon.
more
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May 23, 2007 05:16 AM EDT --
Over the meadow
Or under the sea
Where is the place
That you'd rather be?
What would it take
And who'd have to know?
If you just decided
To get up and go?
Why do you wait
Dreaming . . . more
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February 03, 2007 07:46 AM EST --
I'm Cuddles Koala, I live in the trees
When I'm awake I eat eucalypt leaves
"yawn, scratch"
I have a small pouch, it looks like a sack
When my babies get big they climb on my . . . more
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January 22, 2008 04:18 PM EST --
My daughter wrote her first haiku. She's only 10, so I think she did pretty good.
. . . more
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September 10, 2008 07:25 PM EDT --
Hi all,
Have you ever heard the saying that misery loves company? I have heard this before and this applies to some people that I know here on Gather. Well actually one person. Who has nothing better . . . more
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March 05, 2007 12:05 PM EST --
Nighttime, fireflies
dancing in the trees
Moonlight, spring skies
magic everybody sees.
Firefly, take me high
let your bodylight sing
help me soar through the sky
as my imagination takes . . . more
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August 28, 2007 10:05 AM EDT --
“Being a mom is considered a luxury.” It caught my attention this morning as I drove to work a comment that a gentleman said on the radio. They were commenting about a new method to train . . . more
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May 16, 2007 09:48 AM EDT --
The lens of his camera,
Like the minds eye to the soul.
He paints the canvas...photographs...
Exposing his spirit in all.
Though he works in black and white, . . . more
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April 21, 2007 11:14 PM EDT --
In between the sweet spring scenes
Lies a plot that’s rarely seen
Stones in ruin, love that’s been
Abandoned on this wind-swept fen.
All the words we shared, breathe out
But no one’s . . . more
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February 18, 2007 06:23 PM EST --
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Mommy, get me some
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Yummy! Here we come
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Vanilla just might do
Ice cream! Ice cream!
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June 10, 2007 07:14 PM EDT --
Wild Woman, Wolf within me,
My Truest Guide, Hear Me!
I cry in Agony, for I have lost the trail.
The Night is silent, I am alone and I am afraid.
Wolf, Greatest Huntress, Mistress of the Moontrails, . . . more
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January 07, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
The Diggers sway, lean out needled fingers
in easy forty-fives, wrench back, gray turnings
of sap greens: rain's way of backspacing
tints and tones, pixel by pixel, erased. . . . more
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