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Her Honor (This is an old poem) |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) 
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An open field Surrounded by trees Wispering of the wind Cry ot the moon Silence in the hills Still waters Torn hearts Steel to Steel Passion to Passion An unbearable pull Fear in the eyes of one Weeping willow Struck within Piercing pain A falling angel Red to Blue Blue to Red Creation of woman from the rib of Man: She was not made from his head to top him; nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him; but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected, and near his heart to be loved." |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Strong emotions in this one, Bridgette, and sadness! It flows nicely, too! Denise |
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Nate Dogg Senior Member
since 1999-11-15
Posts 1658Georgia, Fulton |
I agree with Denise! Keep up the good work! Nathan |
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devina Member Elite
since 1999-10-28
Posts 3539Cali |
Free verse is a talent of yours I see!!! Open arms can be the most fragile in the world... |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Oh yes....definatley strong ones!! Thank You Denise!! Thanks Nate Dogg, for saying I do good work!! Well, Devina...a talent maybe, but it seems to be all I write is free verse.... Thank You!! Bridgette |
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