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Write Me a Poem |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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Write me a poem, dear poet tonight Under the stars in the moon’s silver light Write me some verses of passion and love For I am as lonely as a little white dove I need some words laced with rhythm and rhyme Strung into images line after line Carved out of beauty and sketched out of love For my heart is as fragile as a little white dove Have you forgotten the first tender kiss Gentle, exquisite, the child of bliss Write of the touch you have been dreaming of As soft of the down of a little white dove You’re holding the pen and I’m holding the heart Let fresh woven verses indulge every part Before rising sun claims the stars in the sky And spreading white feathers have notions to fly Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (09-26-2009 08:03 AM).] |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Beautiful  I'll write you a poem. (Misspelling on the 4th line. Dove*) "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Elizabeth - working on it... BC |
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rachaelfuchsberger
since 2007-02-21
Posts 609Las Vegas, NV |
I love this piece. The iambic meter to it is nice. I applaud you on that. Iambic is the hardest form of meter for me to do. The content of the piece is even more beautiful than the rhythm and rhyme of it. Thank you for sharing this. Arana Darkwolf |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Our Liz is as sweet as a pink, garden rose ~ from the soles of her tootsies to the tip of her nose. She writes poems on Spirit ~ and on nature and love ~ Liz is an angel sent from God up above.  Love you, Lady Liz Linda   [This message has been edited by Earth Angel (09-27-2009 02:43 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
So beautiful, dear Elizabeth! ... and inspiring indeed. Love, Margherita |
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larzana Member
since 2009-09-17
Posts 55 |
I loved it very much.  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Write You A Poem? Gee, I've no time to write you a poem! Goodness Lady, I'm hardly ever home! Between the cheer-leading practice, and the soccer, Skating lessons, and playing Wii rocker. I have no life of my very own ... But you'll never hear me sigh and moan. There is nothing like these girls of mine To be part of their life is simply divine. We scavenge beaches for really neat stuff, Go skating, and swimming, (no not in the buff!) We walk miles in our forests still lush and green, While I talk to them about all I've done and seen. For now I hold their interest, but it won't be for long, Soon they will be tweenagers, and with friends by gone. The sleepovers have started, the parties too, They are spreading their wings, it's what kids do. I will write later when I have the time For now I love this wonderful life of mine. I'll have to come down there so we can play? I can watch you write your 500 poems a day! I am left in your poetic dust my friend, My poem writing time has come to an end. (For now)  A little bragging if I may?  Luv ya Lizzie! Carpe' Diem |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I wrote you a poem once upon a time where the memories grew from childhood's climb You took me there in your dear travel guide and I shall never forget where the sweetness resides Not in your memories collected through time but the love that you shared without need of rhyme Remember? I love you, Liz! ------------------------------  A Stream called Noname Still the loud sky sings to the grass awakening with dandelions. She came from a spring house, pure and clear and deep, falling sweet voiced into a stream with no name. I know, for a pond is in her eyes softened by moss, the deep of them in spring awakens, sighs.  The woods have called her back along the wagon trail of summer, where in giggle of youth she ran, a crystal darting across the roots of trees to dig the secret of bones on knees with strength of little rocks and sticks, an old cemetery she found was full of tricks. Her struggle absorbed the sun and dusk gathered in the oaks no longer rustling glee of tune but somber crunch of leaves and things. Could be she opened shift of time and dread to find, not understanding but the gore of death instead? Then to run with trip, the trail unseen, the deep impression of the wheels had gone with light it seems, and something crashes through the night pursuant, a demon carves her fright. It’s long now, the way she came had seemed so small and now great distance makes her call for the magic warmth of windows and her father’s arms; so steady she can feel them reach towards place to still the tears now trembling on her face. Like locust a buzz is singing in the copse frozen now she stops to listen find a scoop of the familiar lullaby her mother’s call, catching the singing rocks and she to follow until within those arms she docks. Still the loud sky sings to the grass awakening with dandelions.  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
OH MY! I sure don't mind being out-written by Martie any old day. That was spectacular Martie, and isn't Pennsylvania beautiful? Liz IS Pennsylvania, is she not?WOW Martie! |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Write a poem for Liz? There's just no way...gee whiz! I'd like to write a little-bitty "Hey, there, Liz! I love you!" ditty But it would come out rather....(er, never mind!) Well, you know how it is. How can this Balladeer Write something filled with cheer To the meter queen that we all know Who dazzles readers with her flow And writes like Edgar Allen Poe. I'd need a lot of beer!!! I'm sorry, Liz....I can't! My poem would be a rant! You ARE the poem, my dear friend, A symphony that has no end, Grace, charm and style in perfect blend. Thus ends this poor 'deer's chant. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Oh, thank you, dear poets for your wonderful poems. I am prining all of them out, including BIll's beautiful poem, and will display them on my living room table so that my family and friends can read them. Balladeer, dear, you don't give yourself enough credit for your wonderful poetry, When I first discovered PIP, I remember reading your soldier poem to my entire family. We were all in tears. All of your responses are very precious to me. THAk you, thank you, thank you LIz |
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Oklahoma Rose Senior Member
since 2008-02-28
Posts 1586Oklahoma USA |
Oh Liz, there is nothing better I'd like to do, then to write a beautiful poem for you. It seems my muse has taken off a gain. As soon as she returns, I'll do my best to write a beautiful poem, just for you. One thing I can tell you, right now, is that you are my most favorite poet. So, I am sending you a great big hug.  |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I'll write you a poem, dear poetess friend I'll capture the stars where the skies never end I'll drain all the oceans to capture the tears That have fall'n from your eyes throughout all these years I'll gather bouquets, the most fragrant of blooms And put them in vases to fill all your rooms Just to see one more smile on that fairest of face And watch for a moment your sadness replaced I'd turn back the clocks I'd erase all the time If I could… but alas all I've got is this pitiful rhyme But know that I love you and know that I care And our moments together I'll always hold dear And that I'm never no further than a phone call away Or a memory or thought of a much better day When just for a moment we crossed separate ways And two strangers, two poets, became friends to stay Liz, I know I'm not on here much and life has been so hetic lately but I am never far from PIP in thought and in those thoughts you are always there. I love and miss you dear poet. Ruth I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Ruth, Poetess dear, how we miss you But you just couldn't stsy away from the Pa gang. Wish all of the poets would come here to vist me LOve you -still laughing at you and deer racing to the finish lie Liz |
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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana |
Well, I couldn't resist, Liz....lol I hope my offering will suffice. Great poems and replies in here, as well as the pictures. I think I wish I lived in PA now. Write me a poem Make it speak just for me Sprinkle hidden messages That only I can see Tell me the truth Of how you feel when I’m near Written whispered words of desire For only me to hear Send it quick now So that it reaches in time This one who needs those words Like oxygen from your mind Without a poem from you Life has no height nor breadth With no words from your thought, I die my thousandth death |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you, Louisana poet, for your verses spiced with SOuthern flavor, and for all your verses, dear friends So much apprciated Liz |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
I thought long and hard about a poem to write How could one compare to such a lovely sight How your poem twists and turns yet stays straight Willing, begging the poet to test fate Its a sad sight for all to see Contradicting as contradicting can be Lovely and sad in a single verse Of a dove which is you, which is love, which is not, which is the curse? To beg for the words of the heart, rhythm, melody... Poetry. Or to be the one with words unseen, unheard, unknown... Truly. Watch it take flight, like a butterfly cast The wind snatching its frail body so fast In one single moment, a song so epic Fluttered on its way in a world so hectic ..... That we can pause and smile at our good fortune We have your poem, Now, Yesterday, Tomorrow, For what is a poet without a pen. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars." Oscar Wilde |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
I DID win that race, by the way. She cheated!!  |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I just told Ruth I still remember that race all the time, that was just hilarious! I think she beat you fair and square Michael, I really do. Then again, what would I know? |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Lost Poet, thank you so much As for Baladeer and Mysteria, let me settle this once and for all, with an objective,unbiaed opinion, utainted memory, obsevant eye, and in the spirit of fair play HOOT WON! OK, now that's settled To those who don't know what we're talking about, a bunch of poets met on Cape Cod some years back and we divided into two teams for a scavanger hunt, which KIt and Nan cleverly put together. It was just about tied to the very end, when HOot and Deer sprinted up a hill to the finish Thanks to Nan for that memorable event Liz |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
What a beautiful setting, and such lovely intent expressed so sincerely to you, poet sent... By those who feel lucky to have met you in real and those who have learned 'bout the Liz whose appeal Has us all spending time among words pictured clear. A poet whose heart words in truth are held dear. The pictures in response are just beautiful, Liz and living in Southern PA, I travel north and east many times during the year~~ and yes I think we have some of the most beautiful landscapes to enjoy...that is why I have stayed put for the last 34 years. M ps and Sharon, I can't believe how your grandaughters have grown |
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shalisadefa Member
since 2009-08-13
Posts 114 |
Wow, I'm kinda jealous of the beautiful replies you've received. |
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