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Wrote me a letter
Sealed it with your fate
Kissed that seam
With your feelings
While words dripped
Off the paper
Into my mind
Form:
it stretched m---------------------------------- ---------------------------------e
till i snap
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Feels good to be carried.
after so much walking.
Rest is appropriate.
Really a mere nap was desired.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
August 22, 2004
The day I wrote,
They found me sitting with
My pen in hand falling into
A dark abyss scarring my
Brain
C.G.
The sweet sap of passion doth please
Like a thrilling swing in the breeze
It drives me insane
Can I ever refrain
From loving and climbing the trees?
I felt like you when I wrote this,
Using your words and sentiments
You taught me this
And so much more
And I’ll keep you forever
But only in my engraved expressions
Form:
Wrote down my thoughts
Only to share them with myself
I’ll keep them from the world
Forever
Ask me to recite my life
I’ll gladly shy away
And never tell anyone
Ever
Form:
flowery poem
overflowing sentiment
unburdened and old-fashioned
Victorian art
Queen Anne’s lace and pink roses
she wasn’t that kind of girl
Ago Short Time Wrote a Rhyme
While ago which was a short time,
About Trump had written a rhyme;
Strange and odd;
Thinks is God,
And did decide to expand his prime.
Jim Horn
43
So today
I wrote a song
And I don’t know
How to play it
In my head
Or that guitar
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Ever so beautiful
Ever so sublime
If stealing hearts was illegal
You'd be living a life of crime
A sure top 10
FBI, the most wanted
Desired for your beauty and the way that
You flaunt it
Form:
Who Wrote?
Who Wrote?
The Note, The Notes,
Our Speed!
Upon The Field's, Upon The Field's
Strength, Strength!
When you say you're coming,
I don't wait for you...
when you say
"I am Just arriving", dear,
hopelessly
I am sure you never come!
I wrote a song
It had you name
I went up and down and swerved around
The tune came in and I sang out loud
Your name
Your smile in tune with my beating drum
I dint know but this was what they called love
I’m POSITIVE I’ve read that before
Yes I’m certain, I really am sure
So if you get caught
You’ll be quite distraught
Be aware … soup could show you the door!
19th January 2016
No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote.
There's not a thought in it anyone will ever quote.
So why did I write it,
knowing no one will ever cite it?
Because writing is an Englishmajoritis antidote.
Of all the poets that ever wrote
Of all the lovers who ever read
No poem penned did any quote
Like that which farmers too said:
“I love you” soldiers died for this
And God for it a cross could not resist.
The shortest poetry I ever wrote
A world of uncertainty
Instead to cut off
my mind from reality
I cut the leaf
To burn the flower
All I needed was to
maintain my sanity in
A world of uncertainty
Beauty
In an intricately planned,
Regally orchestrated,
Murder?
She wrote
On his pillow
As she wept
With the blade
Shining in splendor
And ripe yet pungent
Blood
Swimming in the blood of her love.
found this notebook today
It had six poems
unrecognizable
but written by my hand
not unlike most other days
my personas keeping secrets from each other
I am in no way surprised I recognize none of it
my usual
Its the memories that never show
Yes, the ones we are afraid to know
Those are what we thank you for
Not the fighting not the war
For what you hide is what we fear
Be proud Hero for you are still here.
wrote it
not in correct form
wrote it again
true to form
For: Cyndi MacMillian's Contest
Creativity---Write A Modern Haiku
Honorable Mention
He read books
and wrote some too
and taught some folks
how to do so too.
And every spring
he went down
on his knees
and planted heritage tomatoes
and sugar peas.
much time did devote
when my poems I wrote and wrote
rowing in a boat
was hard to resist
wrote more poems which now exist
added to long list
when mind would engage
wrote more poems page after page
while wise old sage
She gave them heart, gave them soul
She gave them art, something whole,
For me, for you, for whom it may concern
She sought to pursue a page to turn,
For the birds, or for some reader's throat
Meaningful words, were all she wrote.