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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Short Poems
2004-12-27 - 11:49 a.m.
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Moonswept

I'll sing to you an endearing rhyme
Of childish dreams and moonbeam lines
Tales of woe, tales of hope
Songs of that forgotten time.

I'll give to you a moonswept kiss
A blanket of sky, a pillow of stars
I'll whisper to you of thoughts unbroken
And give to you my heart as a token.


Good To The Last Drop

Changes in me bring flames to your flesh
Your pride and joy beckons for a small taste
A flicker of heat, make you mine
Good to the last drop, a pearl of great divine.

Crystallize

Crystallize thoughts mean to be broken
Promises lost amongst the fighting of disease
Tenderly your fist breaks the barrier of hope
Tantalizingly bring me to my knees.

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave