Tag: poem
group name: writingwombats
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January 27, 2008 06:02 AM EST --
Trapped behind the anger
Trapped behind the scent
Trapped behind the paper
A rose is left unsent
With everything forgotten
With nothing looming soon
The rhapsody . . . more
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September 04, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
Our image for this week--
Here's your chance to write based on an image.
Write a poem, a thought, a short story, a scene from a novel...
Anything based on this image.
. . . more
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July 31, 2007 06:34 PM EDT --
"He searched for his daughter for hours but never found her. He was crying and hoping that one day this sea who swept away his only and only daughter will give her back. Krishnan lost his . . . more
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January 13, 2008 08:49 PM EST --
What is the matter with me?
I can't think, can't commit
to
writing words that
elude me.
There, just on the other side
do you see?
A glimmer of internal thought,
perhaps . . . more
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August 26, 2008 09:55 AM EDT --
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Worker
Edward, are you working now?
In and out of systems and pathways
through these unseen gates, these
opaque cells and target organelles
in exploratory mode toward the . . . more
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April 13, 2008 01:53 AM EDT --
My hand is motionless when I want to write,
And my heart aches if I give up trying,
I hear it moaning, "Something isn't right"
"So, why don't you let . . . more
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November 03, 2007 12:07 PM EDT --
Stone is abandoned
On high tide's shore.
Tasting salt kisses
Wave gave her before
He left her for the open sea.
Now Stone waits.
Lonely.
She watches the horizon,
Expects his return.
For . . . more
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July 21, 2007 12:38 AM EDT --
You took it, what was so personally yours.
You took it and destroyed it.
And many would say that’s okay,
That what you own is yours to manage.
But you didn’t own . . . more
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July 30, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
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The boy that teased my daughter
went to Iraq and came home without
an eye. It turns out a laundry list
of my daughter's high school friends
went to Iraq and we're finding . . . more
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August 14, 2008 09:43 PM EDT --
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Fine Attire
One is drawn thin.
Led unceremoniously
through the needle's
eye, sewn fragilely
into the warp,
the fluffy fibers
barely showing
through along
the . . . more
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January 04, 2008 09:27 PM EST --
Fire! The missiles are spreading in all directions
No safe zone, bomb shell, and no protection
Everybody's a target and wants you to be the next one
stay off the wire to stay as an exception . . . more
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September 20, 2007 03:27 PM EDT --
In every cemetery I’ve seen
a stone with my name
over a long-occupied grave.
(It’s a common name; still,
I’m glad to see the spot’s
already taken, and not mine.)
I found this . . . more
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January 18, 2008 03:13 PM EST --
The pesky wick is short.
It sputters, it crackles, it dims.
Now it's dark in here.
more
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June 02, 2008 09:41 AM EDT --
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Every month I'm featuring the winning entry from poem's submitted to me directly as per the guidelines in the Poem of the Month Competition (read rules by clicking here ). Contrary to some . . . more
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September 26, 2007 04:18 PM EDT --
Stone heart, locked away
Your heart knocks, gently, sweetly
Can she come to play?
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Lightness of being
You bring quietly to me.
My soul comes to life.
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If uncertainty . . . more
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March 13, 2008 07:56 PM EDT --
She lays a hand on my
shoulder. "Ain't the sky beautiful tonight?"
I don't respond. Sure, the pink
and blue, almost melancholy sunset
is indeed beautiful. But
I shrug . . . more
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January 03, 2008 07:00 PM EST --
Have you ever stopped to view the world? A world beyond the faces of people keeping in mind that never was there one like the one before. Ignoring perceptions and assumptions and just see it, beyond live . . . more
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January 09, 2008 08:44 PM EST --
I walked to the mirror,
The mirror didn't walk back;
I smiled in the mirror,
The mirror didn't smile back;
I cried in the mirror,
The mirror didn't cry back;
I walked away . . . more
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December 06, 2007 03:04 PM EST --
I wrote this back in the day.. in all seriousness, it is kind of old for me, but I still like it so i'll share it with you. It doesn't rhyme much, for that I am deeply sorry.. but it's . . . more
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February 22, 2008 08:29 AM EST --
Hey kids, I've made a wonderful discovery! Poetry and cooking go hand in hand. Let me explain.
Often when I cook, I'll think to myself, "Self, what yummy delights should I put into this . . . more
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