Long Hide and seek Poems

When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun...

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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I used to dream of a dark hall. Dim. Empty with thick cheap navy curtains. 
The breeze. It felt hot and old. It shivered in the curtains that lined the walls on both sides.
The breeze....

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~The Boys Get In Trouble Again~Part 1- 
(A Narrative poem) 


 
Beth! Beth! Almanzo called out aloud for Laura upon entering their home., very late that afternoon, after so many long hours of work, since...

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~The Boys Get In Trouble Again~Part 1- 
(A Narrative poem) 


 
Beth! Beth! Almanzo called out aloud for Laura upon entering their home., very late that afternoon, after so many long hours of work, since...

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7. Playing With Fire
My mom IS quite clear on the dangers of fire,
But if boy'S hooked on flame, then it'S hard to obey,
There'S a longing for “MATCH GUN” (6) that most boys acquire,
Small'S the chance...

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In these United States of America, there is a little town not very far off the beaten path. Neither gold nor silver has ever been mined in or near this town of fertile delta soil....

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One bright night
In the Twilight of day
I awoken to a dream
With in a world of worlds 
Not my self, but still the same
What was it? Never more
What year was it? Forgotten 
One must be careful...

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                                Precious Moments

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I know it, I'm a bit more than broken
I wish I could be more in your face
instead, I hide behind nice
away there in a corner by myself
I want to be seen 
I want to be...

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Trust, Trust, Trust
By Dr. Tina Medina
Whether it is Benghazi or Kansas City,
You will call and she won’t answer
The pattern and practice is established
You will call and she won’t answer
That is why I do not trust...

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Sunset

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As children, we experienced pleasure in the mystery                           ...

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The Beads


There once was a boy, who was six years old,
Loving his parents, doing as he was told.

Church on Sunday, Mom during the week,
Learning about God, playing hide and seek.

Once and a while, they would...

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In the midst of a quiet summer day, while the sun is peeping
And the gentle breeze brushing everything, dancing and passing
Our hero, an ant, seen sweating and puffing, but still climbing
Like a soldier on mission,...

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WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS


In the delicious womb of all beginnings 
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things 
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts 
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us

Morning glories were waiting 
deep...

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Here I am again waiting for it to rain
Here I am again waiting to board the plane
I have been searching for the moon
But it is nowhere to be found
It seems as if it is buried...

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How did my Nanny know of the horrors that went on in our home?  Was it the palpable fear in my eyes, or her heavenly instinct?  Today, I believe she had a divine...

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(KAP) Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you
Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you
Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you

(Rap) Hands up in...

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just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of...

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As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was...

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There was a little boy
His name was Godot
He was searching for God
Since the moment he was born
He was lying in a crib
Woven from branches
Of dry hand-picked weeds
Staring in to his mother’s eyes
Listening to soft lullaby
Her...

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After hiking on the trail one day, I was making my way back,
Immersed in balmy thrills of summer, and the sunshine attack!

Birdsong was in my ears, and fragrance of beauty all around;
And greenness like a...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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Heart, tempestuous and wild
Delights in the dance of contrast
Although knowing it will not last
Frolics about like a playful child

Mother and Father join the play
Name of the game is separation 
Hide and seek, before their union
Foiled...

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