Open Poetry #48 |
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loudsilence New Member
since 2013-03-12
Posts 6Atlanta, Georgia, USA |
Late in the night when you fear the unknown Does he warm up your mind? As you chill to the bone I do love you, I do feel you, Each day and night But I can't tell right from wrong, or fear from insight But you always knew everything and that is what is clear Do you love him? Do you love him? Do you love him, my dear? You're not a girl, you're a town You're snow on the ground You're my first year in school And all around my memories, you dance You're not a girl, you're a waltz You're a canopy bed You're June to August You're the back and forth sway of the hammock all day When I asked you what did you say? Now if I'm walkin' through the rain And I hear you call my name I will break into a run without a pause And if your love laughs at your dreams Well it's not as bad as it seems Either way one of them has got to go And if you take of my soul You can still leave it whole With the pieces of you own you leave behind |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
I certainly enjoyed it of course! Well done Jesse! Kate |
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loudsilence New Member
since 2013-03-12
Posts 6Atlanta, Georgia, USA |
Thank you, Kate! That makes me glad I've been looking through yours, sorry I forgot to leave comments! Which poems of yours would you suggest I read first? |
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voice2bheard Senior Member
since 2007-10-19
Posts 591New York |
Whatever ones you'd like I have a whole library of them I'm sure you noticed! Kate |
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loudsilence New Member
since 2013-03-12
Posts 6Atlanta, Georgia, USA |
Yes you productivity is amazing! I don't write often, only when I'm moved to. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful flow of words...James |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Loudsilence, Welcome to Passions! Please, check your email for a very special message! Sunshine "The business of the poet...is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things." Thomas Hardy |
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