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Saturday May 25, 2013
Poem/Artistic Stories
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I've never written a poem before, but always wanted to. So today I went and typed this one up for the contest here on DS. It was fun! It only took me a few minutes... I just let what was inside, come out!
Here it is:
Where do I go from here?
Changes
Necessary changes...
I need to change...
Old habits, new habits...
Where do I go from here?
Inside
I need to see what’s there...
How do I feel...
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Delta Dawns Faded Rose
like Delta Dawns faded rose
carried on the sleeve like a heart
promises made, promises lost
hearts broken
mine, his
20 years, like yesterday
visions of perfection
no one can abide
lost, found
hearts made strong
memories of another time
never seem to fade
only improve with time
time to turn
time to let go
time to forgive and heal
time for me
time to make peace
in my heart...
Cheezy sort of love :)
Feta is betta than chedda
No! Wait!
Chedda is betta than feta
Where will this end?
That sorta depends...
On what kind of cheese is in my frig... :)Not good enough
I work so hard
I keep on trying
It's not good enough
Now tears fall
I try to fight them
they roll down my face
they just won't stop
Have to feel the hurt
so I can get mad
turn tears around
find my courage
I know it's there
I'm sure I'll find it
The strength I need
To do enoughHard Day
Everything's hard
Grounds hard
Heads hard
Homework is hard
Class is hard
Walking is hard
Thinking is hard
Life is hard... today
Tomorrow's a new day
What will it hold?
Maybe some soft :)she wakes up in a daze, coming through the door
with questions unanswered, so she prays
a new site she has never heard of appears on her screen
"finally an answer"
she's a beginner and hopes for the best with God by her side nothing can go wrongListen with Care
A rhythmic pluck.
A harsh tone.
A clear key.
A heavy note.
A shrill strand.
A breathy vocal.
A rounded bong.
A vivid timbre.
A romantic cord.
A gentle sound.
So very small.
Quick as a wink.
Just a moment in time.
We listen to music all strung together, often forgetting the parts of its sum.
A childhood friend
‘Tis an Oak, old and majestic, hundreds of years if a day,
Standing in my childhood grove.
T’was a playground of sorts, for our daydreams and fancies,
As sure as the tides of the sea.
We skittered into branches, making believe we were monkeys
In search of the perfect perch,
Tossing oak helicopters we’d collected on our scamper,
Solely to witness the...
Barely a whisper… he calls
Me by name, so soft, yet
Big and strong, ever so present,
Watching my every move.
Don’t look his way; you’ll catch a glimpse like
A window into his soul.
You’ll see sweetness, and smoothness, and
Spicy delights…
Beckoning you to come near. Just
One step… then another…
You reach out…
Touching hardness, abrup...
Dear Dad,
It’s been so many years since I last saw you. I miss you every day.
Do you miss me too?
I often tell my boys of the family adventures we had when I was young.
Do you even know I have 3 sons now?
I am sure you remember my first born and the day you pressed his tiny newborn feet
into the cool wet cement of the sidewalk you were building on that sunny spring morning,
as he cried...





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