Poems by Grant Norwood

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11/09/2017 Mary 96 Free verse
02/22/2017 What will pass 344 Verse
02/20/2017 Magic soap 321 Free verse
02/20/2017 In the shade of the setting son 615 Quatrain
02/09/2017 Naked 307 Free verse
01/24/2017 Surrender 316 Free verse
10/28/2016 Expectations of a warm day 317 Haiku
10/26/2016 Quieting 374 Haiku
10/25/2016 Crimson 335 Quatrain
10/21/2016 The new modern 528 Free verse
10/20/2016 In search of Yeats 383 Quatrain
10/16/2016 Close, enough 403 Quintain (English)
10/14/2016 My dawn waits for you 368 Quatrain
10/13/2016 Slippery slide 464 Limerick
10/12/2016 Caught in a swell 412 Quatrain
10/06/2016 Monkey of the snow 834 Haibun
10/06/2016 Birds at Sea 450 Quatrain
10/05/2016 Just me 331 Monoku
10/05/2016 Ni Sa Bula Vinaka 282 Free verse
10/04/2016 Dusk in the canyonlands 629 Cinquain
10/03/2016 Kid around 495 Terza Rima
10/02/2016 A loving aversion 412 Quatrain
10/01/2016 Gratitude to a Mother 468 Free verse
09/30/2016 The Demon Chair 331 Free verse
09/29/2016 little white shoes 417 Quatrain
09/28/2016 Forgiven 338 Free verse



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