Tag: love
group name: poetinaction
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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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November 11, 2007 02:31 PM EST --
The pain will heal you
he used to say;
The bruises are my mark
to show how much I love you.
Deep down she knew differently,
but for some reason,
it felt . . . more
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October 09, 2008 07:38 PM EDT --
I once knew a poetry girl
At night she'd come and sing to me
Her words were like the finest pearls
The verses she'd whisper softly
Our poetry would intertwine
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May 06, 2008 12:23 AM EDT --
I'm trying to read
Here, in the sun
in a midtown plaza
Tucked among towers.
A black fly has landed and
sits, confident,
on my book.
The reading isn't going well;
you . . . more
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June 12, 2008 07:37 PM EDT --
On the day my best friend was diagnosed with a sickness
That almost surely guaranteed a life in the thick mists
Was when I was told that I had to leave it was after hours . . . more
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October 03, 2007 04:56 PM EDT --
WHAT PEOPLE SAY
©Robert C Burnham
I never got to know you
But you took my heart away
Leaving me just an empty shell
Wandering through lonely days
I have no lasting substance
No fearless . . . more
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July 26, 2008 12:45 PM EDT --
He'll Bear Our Cross by Robert B:
He bears our cross -
Jesus!
Peace and Joy
He relieves us
When down
Beaten, Tossed
Jesus, bears
Our cross
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January 29, 2008 09:02 AM EST --
When you turned up the volume
and the music began to rage,
i knew it was my turn.
I would close my eyes
in fear and determination,
trying hard not to cry,
trying hard not to please you . . . more
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October 11, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
We've traveled round the world (it seems)
though we never travel far;
Hopes and dreams are tightly wound
inside of who we are.
Sometimes the path we walk is hard,
mired in heartache and . . . more
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March 06, 2008 04:48 PM EST --
Time is a thief that plays unfair;
I am here and you are there...
separated by miles, mountains
and endless flowing streams,
separated by longing
and neverending dreams;
Oh my love! . . . more
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February 07, 2008 09:23 PM EST --
"There is only one happiness in life,
to love and be loved."
- George Sand -
Now I don't know who George Sand is. I probably could look him up, that is if I wasn't thinking . . . more
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June 26, 2008 02:08 PM EDT --
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October 08, 2008 10:26 AM EDT --
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The Ending of a Love that will Last Forever
©Robert Burnham
Inspired by Poet Lee's ‘To Love Again'
There's that knock on my door again
Seems . . . more
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September 28, 2007 03:52 AM EDT --
My Beautiful Dreamer
[c]Robert C Burnham
My beautiful dreamer, wake unto me
Bathed in starlight, washed in harmony
Sounds of the cruel world heard in the day
Lullabied . . . more
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August 17, 2008 12:40 PM EDT --
Of all the ways there are to die, there's only two I don't want to try. One is by fire, t'other by water. Maybe I should just live forever; the Lord knows I wanna......
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October 12, 2007 12:56 PM EDT --
When I think of you, my love
it is with teardrops and a smile;
I've been wandering aimlessly
for what seems like a long long while...
fourteen days, to be exact...
the day you said goodbye. . . . more
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February 02, 2008 10:08 AM EST --
In and out of my life you fly,
like a bird with broken wings;
You come to me for a fix,
knowing when you're ready
I will free you to soar again.
Its not easy being the fixer of broken . . . more
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March 12, 2008 07:55 AM EST --
I fear I'm going mad;
Love is now obsession
and you haunt me
from the depths of the hell
which . . . more
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September 09, 2008 03:53 PM EDT --
Perhaps another half cup my dear, you look so pekid
As strains of another year, knead into weary shoulders
Silently fastening to the very air that you breathe
Taking you on journeys where only the . . . more
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January 06, 2008 10:32 AM EST --
Thanks once again to Mr. Jim Ross for introducing me to Rictameter poetry. Although I like the style I do not wish to make it my calling card. Therefore, I'm thinking this may be my . . . more
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