Tag: poetry
member name: aRandom Eskimo
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April 24, 2007 09:13 PM EDT --
I pledge allegiance to an America
without violence, distant and here
And to a country that stands
on it's own feet, in it's own lands
and draws peace close and near.
To a country . . .
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July 26, 2007 10:19 PM EDT --
So I promised to be like Colombus.
Set a new foot forward in a different land.
And at my hand
the power of change.
What do you do
with choice?
I think
I attempted to step forward
with my best foot. . . .
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July 27, 2007 08:10 PM EDT --
Sitting in the moonlight
as the darkness of a still night
shines. Oh, it shines.
You're a walking contradiciton
of a life based upon fiction.
It's a lie, all a lie.
And as you stand beneath the . . .
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July 27, 2007 08:13 PM EDT --
I've heard the wind speak of love.
Of friendship love.
It spoke to it's brother's
that I love my friends
so much and
so often and
so, so deep.
But it questions my love.
Why?
Because it knows . . .
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July 30, 2007 12:49 PM EDT --
Okay, I realize this sounds somewhat odd, but I am looking for a writing mentor. Someone older than me. Someone who writes a lot, preferably poetry, but stories too, and has experience. Maybe even experience . . .
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April 23, 2007 09:39 PM EDT --
I am
just a child
in the eyes of most the Earth.
But I am
a child
with an amazing worth.
Some would say I'm wise
beyond my years
but I would disagree.
I am just
who God designed
and I was . . .
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April 29, 2007 07:59 PM EDT --
I hope that there never comes a day
where I can look above
and not be able to see the sun
or blue sky behind a dove.
If this world is held up by our hands
then it should never be.
But there are some . . .
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April 19, 2007 11:24 PM EDT --
It came upon a silent wave
of wind that drifted by.
I heard the challenge of the waves
looking shorelines square in the eye.
And not another sound was heard
but water reaching land,
and my bare feet . . .
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June 10, 2007 08:59 PM EDT --
Tonight
I've got one hand in my pocket
and the other holding fast
to destiny, in shape, a pen
that's wrote many hours past.
Time flys
faster than a shooting star
and every moments another . . .
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April 19, 2007 11:15 PM EDT --
I feel as though I
should be more sensitive to her nature.
As she sits in her own thought
and soft-spoken character.
She is not a people person.
But for reasons unkown, her and I
have joined in friendship. . . .
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July 15, 2007 09:52 PM EDT --
First of all, I realize that the chance of getting poetry published is becoming increasingly slim, and I am only 14, but this is my dream. Ever since I began writing poems I have always had a hope of getting . . .
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