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poettarek

A Tribute to My Late Brother

With a broken heart I say to you
You will remain with me in spirit in whatever I do
I wish that I had the chance to say goodbye
But I hope that your soul is floating in the heavenly sky
To protect and guide me
To open my eyes and let me see
That life is too short
Holding grudges and bad feelings we should abort
We must extend our hand to those we love
Knowing that saying sorry is tough
But it will open hearts for forgiveness
And clear from our lives sadness
I hope that you will hear me calling your name
Saying that without you, life will never be the same
We didn’t often connect but I always loved you
Regardless of what you had to do
Please, forgive me if I ever hurt your feeling
While with trivial issues we were dealing
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Posted: Nov 2015
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Yankee4you

November’s Rain

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey

In the night of my loneliness
Moonlight shares a sweet caress
Once was life is emptiness
The nest in the meadow cress
Empty now and in distress

In the gloom of a dreary day
In the drench of soaking spray
Puddles my thoughts in clay
The lake that surrounds the quay
Solemn I am its tranquil bay

In the silence of the past
A question I could have asked
A memory that also passed
But one I still holdfast
One that will always last

In the stillness of my decay
What is left of yesterday
Things that won’t fade away
The last of those sunny days
Turning slowly into grey
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Posted: Nov 2018
About this poem:
A poem reflective of the season and the approaching winter snows, moody and muddy is November in the Appalachian mountains.
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Retsina_007

The Cat in the Hat

There once was a cat,
that sat in a hat,
and hid himself from view.

With head down low,
he was in the know,
the yapping dog was due.

Day after day,
dog wanted to play,
and would chase him around and around.

So quiet as a mouse,
cat hid in the house,
hoping he wouldn't be found.

It had happened for years,
and the cat was in tears,
his nerves frayed right to the end.

And once as a kitten,
he'd even been bitten,
the injury took ages to mend.

But this day was the last,
it was a thing of the past,
the dog he'd see not again.

For his owner and him,
and the hat with the trim,
were tomorrow all moving to Spain.
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
just a bit on nonsense
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Retsina_007

I am a little insect

I am a little insect
and I've just grown some wings
but what I wish I really had
is something sharp that stings

For flying up in the air
seems dangerous to me
with wasps and hornets up there
and the buzzing bumble bee

I've got nothing to protect me
from their nasty bites
I'm very ill equipped my friends
to get involved in fights

So I think I will stay down here
among the worms and bugs
They seem a much more friendly lot
especially the slugs
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Posted: Jan 2015
About this poem:
Just a little ditty for kids
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cafetwo2010

I love the poets voices

You've touched my heart
with the sound of your
voice
I heard the love that echo's
from your soul
Now you've made a sound
for my heart to treasure
You've given me joy that
no one can measure
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Posted: May 2013
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Contreeashell

The Rhythm

The constant sound of raindrops on a surface that echoes its repetitions
And the rhythmic measure in between
Interrupted intermittently by wind gusts competeing for the cadence
Brilliant and strobelike lightning, provides a disco backdrop
To the thunders solo drum
And I watched in awed rapture
As the storm sought out the rhythm.
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
Storms have always fascinated me, and if one isn't too severe I'm drawn to go out and feel it's energy .
I sense a subtle rhythm to what is to many chaos.
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Oceanzest

White tin sky

..it was the vision that beset him
of pure turquoise and sand
the scent of wildflowers along the bay
O! but what wretched destiny had bound him
to these rocks and crevices
to abide with the carrion and larch along the timberline

Yet the vision held
held in the crucible of his existence
And he prayed for merciful deliverance
deliverance under the white tin sky..
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Posted: Dec 2017
About this poem:
practicing some prose, hope all are well.
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YOV49

--LOVE--

You are the air that I breathe,
the wind that caresses me,
the rain that wet me,
the sun that warms me,
the star that guides me,
the moon that lights me,
my world.

The rose that I feel,
the grass that I touch,
the waves that carry me
to distant horizons,
sand under my feet
leaving borrowed
at each of your passages.

Your mouth that desires me,
your eyes that smile at me,
your hands touching me,
my heart capsizing.

You are my nights and my days,
my dreams and my desires,
my strength and my sweetness,
my patience and my will.

In your arms I feel
the most beautiful of women,
the most loving,
the sweetest,
the only, the unique.

In your eyes I'm lost
and I discover myself.
In your words
I drown myself to infinity.

Take what is to be taken,
give what is to be given,
let's keep this desire, this love
and this strength for eternity,
whatever may happen.

I loved you, I love you and I love you,
your princess between earth and sun.
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Posted: Dec 2017
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AnoniAmos

Daddy Said

She put her hand on his hands as he laid there on the bed
She knew they didn’t have too much time and this is what she said
Daddy you were always there for me
You raised me to be a good girl as you bounced me on your knee
You taught me how to be a lady just as easy as to climb a tree
I hope I’ve made you proud of me

Her dad opened his eyes and looked at her teary face
As he wiped the water away he said you know I’ve got to leave this place
I have a lot of faith in you and I know you will be strong
Pretty soon I will be gone but you with have my love to carry on

I remember your first word, first step and bicycle ride
I remember when you fell and I held you as you cried
We went out for ice cream and your smile brightened my world
I want you to keep it in your heart that you’re daddy’s little girl.

He said, I’ve always been proud of you when you’re a lady or tomboy
Every little thing you’ve done has brought me so much joy
And though I don’t have much longer I want you to know
You’re my precious Angel and I love you so

They held on to each other tight as he took his last breath
She held on to the memories long after his death
Now when she feels discouraged, lost or out of her head
She pulls herself together remembering the things her daddy said.

~ANONI~
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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
Written on Father's Day for a friend and other women who were close to and lost their fathers.
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AnoniAmos

Inspired...

You are the stars in the sky of my darkest nights
During the day you are my sunlight
You are the clouds in the heavens, the face in the moon
You are my brightest morning and my beautiful noon

You are the inspiration which makes my love abound
You are the world that my arms are stretched around
You are my stallion, my knight, my love
You are my blessing sent from above

You are my lover, companion and friend
You are the reason I can live again
You are my better and you are my best
You are my shelter when I need to rest

You are my journey, my reason for life
My heart, my soul, my paradise
You are my joy and the song that I sing
My love, you are my everything.

~ANONI~
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Posted: Nov 2017
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