Tag: poem
group name: firesmithwrites
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May 06, 2008 10:20 AM EDT --
Hail Spring
Morning showers
Tender blossoms open
Pastel reflections skim the pond
The wind chimes and mourning doves harmonize
Lilacs recreate heaven's scent
Branches boast soft spring . . . more
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May 13, 2008 11:30 AM EDT --
This week's prompt is the number three
Rictameter is a form of unrhymed poetry of nine lines with the syllable count 2,4,6,8,10,12,10,8,6,4,2 with the first and last line being the same. You can . . . more
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July 23, 2008 12:06 AM EDT --
She sells sea shells on the sea shore.
Sea swells, she sells sea shells no more.
Sea swells, sea dwellers fading away.
Sea felled sea dwellers, hot air today.
She sold sea . . . more
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July 14, 2008 10:02 PM EDT --
I saw my first fairy today
she was about two inches high
She wore a tiny powder blue dress
and had wings that made her fly
"I'm here to watch over you"
she said in her soft . . . more
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March 21, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
With fire in her eyes
And a ray gun in her hand
She said "I've warned you politicians
Now I"m takin' back this land
The rays from my truth gun
Will make you start . . . more
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April 23, 2008 12:17 PM EDT --
They've made a p act
With summer's rainbows;
Light re act s
With water.
Holy f act s
Are counter act ing rumors;
Science does
As science . . . more
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May 04, 2008 03:54 PM EDT --
Your hands nest in your lap like doves
music of your laughter soars like a sparrow
rising to its home beneath the eaves of spring
Can I ever seek another land?
here I have built my . . . more
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June 20, 2008 01:22 PM EDT --
Remember those family picnics
From idyllic days gone by
Sandwiches in wax paper
Mom's fresh baked apple pie
Crunchy celery and carrot sticks
A jug of . . . more
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May 22, 2008 11:22 AM EDT --
Hubby said "You want to sell the things for which we've worked so hard?"
I shook my head ."No", I said. "I want to sell the actual yard"
We sold . . . more
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April 28, 2008 07:44 PM EDT --
In memory the sky is gray
We'd driven far that day
Trapped in the car
And every light a target
"Are we nearly there?" he'd say.
In memory the sky is . . . more
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May 23, 2008 12:38 PM EDT --
The work week is done
He's feeling alright
And he's saying "Wear red tonight"
He makes my pulse race
His jeans are so tight
And he's . . . more
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April 09, 2008 11:11 AM EDT --
This weeks prompt is the word "squish"
Little brother liked to go wading
In a nearby shallow creek
Mother said "Don't do it"
But sometimes he would . . . more
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July 16, 2008 01:17 PM EDT --
Evil
A deft disquise
He wraps himself in flags
His scriptures have been weaponzed
Vitriolic breath,whispers near your ear
Listen as he courts you with chauvinism and fear
Patriotic . . . more
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July 02, 2008 11:49 AM EDT --
Alone by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring. . . . more
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March 24, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem just days after our first son passed away... It's been almost six years since then but I still think of him daily and pray for his tiny soul. His name was Carter.
My Angel . . . more
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June 10, 2008 06:21 AM EDT --
He stood at the window
And watched her walk away
He wanted to speak
But didn't know what to say
To tell her he loved her
He couldn't say it would be true
To tell her he needed . . . more
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July 16, 2008 01:00 AM EDT --
You start hanging out with the new friends you've met
they seem okay at first then you see the trouble you can expect
Your eyes are wide open and you know what you see
but you push that aside . . . more
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May 10, 2008 10:22 PM EDT --
I pretended to speak hieroglyphics once
Trying to impress a woman. Truth was
I didn't even like hummus. But
When a girl's got a sun disc over her head
and her long slender rays . . . more
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March 20, 2008 02:22 PM EDT --
The writing prompt is the image offered by Beth H. of a the cake with the words Happy 75th
It seems like only yesterday
In Sunday best pants, on bended knee
With . . . more
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July 13, 2008 03:34 PM EDT --
Life sucking, brow beating liar's club
it's just down the street from the local town pub
They gather like rats, feeding on the dead
in the blink of an eye they'll take your . . . more
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