Tag: loss
member name: Cheryl W.
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November 29, 2006 03:02 PM EST --
You carved your way inextricably into my soul,
your colors woven with mine;
We danced in joy
and heeded love's call,
and gave no credance to the naysayers;
We basked in moon glow
as the . . .
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January 07, 2007 12:26 AM EST --
I fell into your ocean blue;
We merged with earth and sky,
blanketed by the sun
when the wind took its toll;
Cradled by the forest green,
we bathed in clear running streams
and danced alone
in our . . .
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October 15, 2007 08:01 PM EDT --
I'm tired of searching for the perfect words,
tired of the reason,
tired of the rhyme;
How can a broken heart
. . .
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March 10, 2008 10:53 PM EDT --
Lying here on the floor
(or is it laying on the floor?)
and do I even care?
(no...right now...I really don't).
Wasn't born a poet, . . .
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April 26, 2009 12:45 AM EDT --
I said goodbye to you today
as I watched the geese
skim across the water
in a picture perfect landing;
Oh, that I could land so well!
But these wings are . . .
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May 23, 2006 11:37 PM EDT --
toes squishing in sand
waves dance and tickle our feet
sea breeze whips our hair
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sandcastle for two
decorated with shell and stone
washes out to sea
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lonely gull cries out . . .
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December 19, 2006 03:57 PM EST --
I would like to dedicate this poem to everyone who has lost a child. In the past couple of days I have read where some of my connections are grieving the anniversaries of children/babies who have . . .
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January 16, 2007 09:41 AM EST --
I toss and turn, but
sleep won't come
to one who is tormented
by the past, by the
demons that won't let go;
I want to rise up,
make coffee, clean something,
wash away the stains of . . .
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May 29, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
Losing weight is not rocket science, but the majority of people try to make it that way. Weight loss products and weight loss books are among the best selling items in today's market. What people . . .
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July 05, 2006 09:20 AM EDT --
Two days ago, my dog, Bugsy disappeared. At first I wasn't overly concerned. Being part Jack Russell and part Chihuahua, he is prone to jet out of the front door at every opportunity. . . .
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July 10, 2006 09:29 PM EDT --
I look around me and see the accumulation of years,
of living and loving;
Old toys packed away, teddy bears peeping out from
their boxes,
books from every crisis we've endured all the way . . .
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August 17, 2006 06:51 AM EDT --
We sit here, across from one another
like hundreds of times before,
you with your fried chicken and salad,
me with my heart on my sleeve.
I'm not paying any attention to the food,
because . . .
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August 26, 2006 01:01 AM EDT --
My heart is aching;
I feel so scared;
I don't know
what you're feeling
or thinking,
and I need you
like flowers need the rain;
I can't imagine
never seeing you again;
You gentle my . . .
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October 28, 2006 02:08 PM EDT --
I close my eyes,
for I don't want to be here,
in this place,
receiving from you
what I do not want to receive;
I pretend
and go through the motions
for about the thousandth time,
wishing . . .
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December 12, 2006 09:16 AM EST --
a brown-eyed little girl huddles in a corner
listening to the venom fly
between two who vow love,
and she cries.
years later
a young teenage girl lies in bed
as her mind leaves . . .
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December 15, 2006 06:00 PM EST --
Bent;
Molten core
of desire,
like steel
that has come undone;
I bend for you
sigh for you
cry for you;
You flow through me,
white hot
lava
coursing through my veins,
urging me
purging me
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January 08, 2007 09:21 AM EST --
Hiding in shadows,
afraid of the light,
I join with the night,
and darkness is where I linger;
I see you laughing
without a care;
It's hard to believe I was there
only a week ago.
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January 30, 2007 09:52 PM EST --
I hug my pillow tight
and close my eyes,
remembering
your smile, your touch,
your gentle voice in the night;
I'm so afraid of forgetting
what you sound like when
you laugh,
or the way
you . . .
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February 12, 2007 10:34 PM EST --
The first time I saw him, he was sitting with some friends, strumming his guitar. He had long light brown hair and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. His smile was contagious. This was the summer of . . .
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April 06, 2007 07:25 PM EDT --
The night is long without you
and my pillow is no solace
to the pain I feel inside,
soaking up these tears
that fall from my eyes;
I think of my head
against your shirt, your skin,
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