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Comment by firefly on February 29, 2012 at 8:06am

                                  hiding wanting to hide

                                   the past.

                                   seeing her represent

                                   your past.

                                    can you move ahead?

                                      when all you see is

                                      what she represents

                                        so .... you hide

                                        from her.

                                        hide from the crap

                                         that is going on in your life

                                           running to a place

                                           your safe place.

                                             knowing that no one

                                            can find you in your

                                            safe place

                                             so you stay hidden

                                          under sheets, in closets

                                            and up tree branches that

                                             have been old and worn out.

                                             no one will see you here

                                             so stay hidden...

                                                shhh... don't say a word

                                                 or they will find me

                                                                        

Comment by Debbie on February 22, 2012 at 3:21pm

I really enjoy reading everyone's poetry ;}

Reading poetry to me is like

molasses dripping slowly 

On a southern Georgia sky !

Comment by Ghillie Dhu on February 22, 2012 at 6:59am

Neath the stars a fiddle plays, light dances amidst the branches of a dying tree,small creatures scuttle beneath the hedgerow, looking and snuffling for grubs and seeds,here he comes dressed in garments of green, singing and laughing as he goes,he has travelled to lands unknown and unseen,playing banjo and flute to all who will listen,they call him gypsy and other names, un complimentry with intention to hurt, he carries on un concerened without care, he plays to them all with out question or condition, playing for free and the joy of it all.

Comment by firefly on February 16, 2012 at 9:31am

    just a random poem i thought of if its too gothic for this place i do apologize and warn others. i just didn't know where to put it lol

                                crunch, crunching underneath

                                 my bare feet.

                                  I see nothing beyond me but

                                   dense fog and the feel of sand

                                   underneath my feet.

                                  I look underneath my feet

                                   and hear your screams

                                   as i look upon the dead

                                     that are lined up row by row

                                      for all the world to see.

                                    

Comment by Luciana A.Schlei on January 22, 2012 at 8:10am

Hello! I am new to the group, and I would be sharing poems of my favorite authors.

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The flowers reflect well what love is.
Who wants to own a flower, will see it wither.
But if you look in a flower field, will this beauty forever.

author : Paulo Coelho

Comment by Debbie on January 20, 2012 at 3:27am

Yes melissa nanak ,, you are so "Right" with your words,, right on,, beautiful, tense, romantic, to use a few of your words ;} I love reading other peoples poetry as well of writing my ;}    

Comment by Debbie on January 15, 2012 at 4:48pm

LOVE NOTES

I love you more than 

I love my own skin 

Maybe for all the 

wrong reasons

I know this may not

Be true For you  my love 

You bring me to life

With the words you 

Whisper to my soul 

From across the crowd 

filled rooms "you"

speak  to the garden 

of my heart 

They say you should

Never believe the tears 

Of a crying women

Through her tears 

she cannot see

truth from deception 

And so it is true as well

Never to believe the Love

notes from a man

For there you will truly 

find real deceptions

In the truest form of all 

In life I've loved  you 

Like no other

In death I love you forever!

1, 15, 2012  12noon 

Comment by firefly on January 5, 2012 at 11:17am

                              waiting for you

                              watching you

                              from behind your

                                windows.

                                standing here

                              on your grass

                                 just waiting

                                  till you

                                see me.

                              knowing others

                              will not want to

                              see you.

                              yet i am the last one

                              to watch you.

                               knowing this is hurting

                              you as much as it is slicing

                              through my heart.

                               yet i wait and watch and

                               hope that in the end you

                              come back to us.

Comment by Imani on December 1, 2011 at 1:31pm

Bring me all your dreams you dreamers

bring me all your heartsongs

that I may wrap them in a blue cloud cloth

Away from the rough fingers of the world.

Native writing

Comment by Debbie on October 25, 2011 at 4:56pm

nice ;}

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