Open Poetry #1 |
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Youthful Dreams |
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Temptress
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-06-15
Posts 7136Mobile, AL ![]() |
I stand here on the edge of my youth, Wanting to let go, But willing myself the same to hold on. The course of my thoughts are but a mystery. The purpose for my existence, Sometimes seems only to meet death. Though some say I have a dear heart, I beg to differ because I don't know the half of it. What is going on when all I can do is nod my head, In polite thanks as I taught myself to do. I have not the courage to admit, Lest I begin to take things for granted, And seem self absorbed and arrogant. Some say I am self-centered, And that I may be at times, As is everyone else in this eccentric world. The talk and questions of myself, Are far from the center of myself. They are numerous thoughts and insecurities, Of a shy woman in need of reassurance sometimes. Self consciuos, sometimes weak.. But loving,passionate, and hopeful. I live my life and hope to be enriched day by day. I am young still and have a long road to travel, And I have my dreams should I get weary. My kindness should I get thirsty. |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
As I've said before, for someone so young, you have a depth of feeling and a way with words..this is excellent, Temptress! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
...and your talent should you get lonely.. |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
Beautifully rendered and with great joy brought back from the nether realms of the archives. ...and the future slid into the past through the pinch of the now... Alicat |
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pen of passion Member
since 1999-08-11
Posts 234 |
You captured young adult perfectly. |
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Moonlight Romeo![]() ![]()
since 2001-09-10
Posts 982The heart of you |
You've grown so much since then. I find that it's interesting to see the growth of the poet. From then to now, quite a change. Thank you. What light through yon window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. |
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