Tag: poetry
member name: Cheryl W.
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August 29, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Somewhere in the midst of the tears we cry
is a river that flows, strong and sure,
transporting our joy and pain
to a place where all becomes clear;
A river no longer muddied by that
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June 30, 2008 05:34 PM EDT --
F
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I . . .
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March 26, 2009 08:10 PM EDT --
I hid in the bathroom,
stuffed my fingers in my ears...
didn't want to hear the venom spewing.
Like a coward,
I stayed far away,
counting washcloths,
sorting . . .
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July 19, 2006 04:00 PM EDT --
history repeats
a new day is beginning
life continues on
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October 19, 2006 06:28 AM EDT --
I see you in the forest green,
and in the sunlight filtered
through the trees,
dappled on the morning dew,
sparkling and radiant,
I see you.
I hear you in the forest green
as birds . . .
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October 23, 2006 12:19 PM EDT --
Oh, how I long to be wrapped in your love,
surrounded by all that you are;
Breathing you in, tasting your lips,
knowing you will not remain far.
Oh, how I wish I could freeze such a moment, . . .
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October 27, 2006 12:19 AM EDT --
I love the way your fingers
tangle in my hair, slightly pulling
as you hold me close
and taste my lips, like honey
you say they are;
I want to be your honey
as your lips wrap around
my . . .
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January 01, 2009 02:51 PM EST --
She found that spot
(that certain spot)
on his bottom lip
and she nibbled,
enjoying his reaction.
Such sweet surrender!
So close their eyelashes
danced together
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May 03, 2009 08:56 PM EDT --
Your tongue is a wanderer,
leaving sparks.
This flesh is not the same
after you have traveled
over these peaks and valleys.
What is it about you
that leaves my skin softer?
What is . . .
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May 17, 2009 11:49 AM EDT --
I don't want to be a diamond...
I'm too afraid to shine.
So much brilliance blinds me,
makes me lose my head,
makes me stumble down the road
knocking on strange doors,
believing . . .
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May 10, 2009 12:45 AM EDT --
I am a storm, raging;
I am a river, flowing;
I am an ocean, tempestuous
crashing upon the shore.
I scream,
I sigh,
I laugh,
I cry.
I pound . . .
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May 12, 2009 10:39 AM EDT --
My heart aches for you.
It seems only yesterday
when I was in your arms;
We traveled across space and time
to finally touch, taste,
feel each other's heart beating...beating.
You . . .
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May 27, 2009 04:00 PM EDT --
I wait for you,
heart pounding ,
remembering your touch,
your sweet lips,
the way you tasted
before and after tasting me.
Oh, how I crave you!
I close my eyes, . . .
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November 03, 2009 11:02 AM EST --
Here we stand in the autumn of our lives,
yet springtime lives within us.
How I wish the blossoms would never fade!
I reach out and touch the lines on your face,
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November 12, 2008 01:54 PM EST --
Where is the sun today,
for my dreams are dark,
and this path I walk
has more thorns
than I care to stumble through.
I've come to the end
of all that I have known,
and I'm scared . . .
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August 02, 2009 08:10 PM EDT --
Sometimes
you walk before me.
Sometimes
you walk behind.
You cannot walk
without me,
though at times
you're hard to find.
You come out in the sunshine
You hide on cloudy days;
Such . . .
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January 17, 2008 03:30 PM EST --
Mama used to say
It smells like snow ,
and I didn't understand,
but knew that when she said it,
snow was surely coming.
Daddy would put chains on his truck,
and . . .
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March 29, 2009 07:01 PM EDT --
I have kicked and scratched my way to get here...
to this nothing place.
The debt is high,
but all I have to show for it are tears
sprinkled like fertilizer over barren ground. . . .
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April 18, 2009 03:01 PM EDT --
I'm a puzzle with missing pieces,
a flower, a gentle wind
stumbling about,
tripping over blades of grass
like a drunken oaf.
I cast stones into a sea
of broken glass, . . .
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May 03, 2009 11:31 AM EDT --
I rummage around in dark spaces
looking for something new,
wondering why I always find more of the same.
Cobwebs and spiders
that stick in my hair,
voices that whisper . . .
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