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I Pray It Is Tame
I hope you find joy from the harvest you planted and forgiveness from the one you didn’t. When your soil dries, I dream you’ll make time to water the lilies most days and learn to release the ones who couldn’t survive their newfound independence.
- First Place in Full Moon Challenge
The Topsy Turvey Men
They sally-sauntered and jiggy-jauntered over the cobbled stone of the archy, bridgy, oily, smidgy pathway to its throne
- Second Place in Full Moon Challenge
On a sleepless night, my cat squats on my shoulder gnawing on my dreams. Awake or dreaming, I leave my son’s empty room,
I saw snowflakes dance in the sky on the day we met. I saw the bright crescent moon on the night of our first date. I saw a pure soul when you kissed me and I was enchanted by your smile, as sparkling white as my wedding gown.
Dance Of The Cosmos
Songs may sing The one in a million Chance of a lifetime As if the lottery was won Lover’s gaze entices As the stars align
Dear Reader, If I ever loved you, just know that I still do. When the rain taps at my window, and I fall asleep watching the tiny flame of a citrus scented candle,
Calm breeze carries quills through chaos of dancing trees over amber seas
Bonfire of my heart Turned ash and feeble embers, Banked by bitter words. Malice puffs float white, Beautiful and awful both,
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Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Life as a Poet Knows It
Industry tips for new poets. Welcome to the Poets family.
America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
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Climb and climb, climb so high This ladder you thought went to great heights You finally get to the top and look around to see
A lot of people think That my standards are too high. They are impossible to meet And living in a rarest dream. I admit I had chosen to live
My soul isn’t rock hard No, not yet. My mind is iron, you can’t break it. Where is my heart? It’s at the top of my sleeve, beating.
would you mind if, for a time, here rest I, ‘til I’m ready? I have found, through time and sound, my head grows rather heavy.
Little baby boy in a sailor suit, curly red hair, and big green eyes Waving bye-bye to me, a newly learned skill, while I stood on the sidewalk and cried
our friendship during that balmy spring break day is how I knew of my muse And yes, I’ll always, always be your friend, Your best friend, my dear Jane
Pray for me
I pray for you. Too bad That neither you nor I Believe in healing power of prayers We know too well what’s ours and what’s theirs
The rustle of leaves in the breeze, A sound from days gone by, The chirping of birds, a symphony, A melody in the sky.
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