Poems by Grant Norwood

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11/09/2017 Mary 108 Free verse
02/22/2017 What will pass 359 Verse
02/20/2017 Magic soap 343 Free verse
02/20/2017 In the shade of the setting son 639 Quatrain
02/09/2017 Naked 332 Free verse
01/24/2017 Surrender 339 Free verse
10/28/2016 Expectations of a warm day 331 Haiku
10/26/2016 Quieting 393 Haiku
10/25/2016 Crimson 353 Quatrain
10/21/2016 The new modern 555 Free verse
10/20/2016 In search of Yeats 420 Quatrain
10/16/2016 Close, enough 429 Quintain (English)
10/14/2016 My dawn waits for you 384 Quatrain
10/13/2016 Slippery slide 489 Limerick
10/12/2016 Caught in a swell 433 Quatrain
10/06/2016 Monkey of the snow 880 Haibun
10/06/2016 Birds at Sea 472 Quatrain
10/05/2016 Just me 341 Monoku
10/05/2016 Ni Sa Bula Vinaka 300 Free verse
10/04/2016 Dusk in the canyonlands 648 Cinquain
10/03/2016 Kid around 522 Terza Rima
10/02/2016 A loving aversion 439 Quatrain
10/01/2016 Gratitude to a Mother 501 Free verse
09/30/2016 The Demon Chair 344 Free verse
09/29/2016 little white shoes 453 Quatrain
09/28/2016 Forgiven 354 Free verse



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