Tag: poetry
member name: Cheryl W.
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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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December 02, 2009 10:03 PM EST --
The first bitter twinges of heartache
are still with me, and I pray they do not remain.
Sometimes the pain is too much to bear,
and I lose myself in remembering.
I feel your pain as surely as . . .
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May 18, 2006 12:26 AM EDT --
Love me
It's that simple
No fancy words needed
Nothing but you holding me tight
Love me
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January 28, 2009 12:07 PM EST --
Sometimes at night
I awake, facing the wall
and I run my hand
over my hip...
(I can actually feel the bone!);
I pretend I'm a skinny girl
with more bones
than flesh,
vinegar . . .
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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 29, 2006 12:05 AM EST --
I walk in glass slippers
waiting for them to shatter,
for I'm not used to
Cinderella endings;
I feel so scared
in trusting love;
Somehow I don't feel
I deserve it; . . .
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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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September 22, 2006 07:01 AM EDT --
Red dress
I slip it on
Soft and silky to touch
Clings to curves that have lost their way
Sexy
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November 14, 2006 08:04 PM EST --
Walls, they
divide
but we can always climb
them to get to the other side.
Walls, they
shelter us,
but stay too long
and they imprison . . .
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November 14, 2006 10:41 PM EST --
How can you love
this restless woman child?
Stubborn, needy,
constantly changing,
so sure, yet so afraid,
pretending to be so strong,
but crying inside,
looking for strength
and running when I . . .
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November 24, 2006 11:09 AM EST --
Melt into me
like the snow
during spring's thaw,
bringing to life
that which was frozen.
Envelop me
with the warmth of you,
and lay to waste
that which is cold and barren,
frigid . . .
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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 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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February 16, 2007 04:09 PM EST --
I thought I would be safe
when I told you;
I never dreamed
you would turn your back on me.
But you closed the door
on my fears and pain,
You closed the door
on my continuing shame.
. . .
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September 22, 2006 09:05 PM EDT --
Well, I got a comment tonight on a poem that surprised me. I got blasted for writing too many poems and posting them in a poetry group. Now, I might be mistaken....but isn't Gather the . . .
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October 28, 2006 10:05 AM EDT --
He sits on the worn sofa, beer in hand,
watching the light from the TV flicker,
face blank and emotionless;
She sits in the other room,
flipping through Redbook magazine,
reading about the . . .
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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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