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I cannot speak her name.....This poem book shall hold memories of her..
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CHILDHOOD
When we are kids, we always want to grow up very soon. When we are in college, we want to be like the office-going people and when we reach that stage, we realize that careless childhood was the best thing we had, when we had nothing to worry about but its not too late and this poem for all those who miss their childh...
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The Girl in the Mirror
A poem about a girl that is inside in the mirror , got trapped herself in the mirror. She is having a great pain inside her , ( and you can relate "inside her" as the mirror).
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Quest For The Golden Key
Lady Knight goes on a quest to find the Golden Key of her dreams. Will she find the magical Key? What will she learn about herself on the journey? Follow her epic adventures in verse to discover the secret of the Golden Key.
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Scars
A poem that digs deep into a past experience that takes a long time to bring to the surface long enough to release it on paper and into words. Real life is not always grand. There are moments we face horrid and dreadful things. I only hope this helps all those that have faced it as well.
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Morning breakdown
You may be able to hide your emotions from everyone. But never from yourself...
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Little Prayers
An ongoing series of poems--I wrote the first, "Little Prayer", in 1985, and my most recent, "Blue Prayer", in 2012. I learned the stanza, and the name of the form, from two of Paul Goodman's wonderful books of poetry, HAWKWEED and HOMESPUN OF OATMEAL GRAY. You can hear Garrison Keillor reading my "Little Prayer in...
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The Papers of Daisy
Go ahead, sweet little darlings, and let your cerebral frolic in the fields of Daisy-- ECole789
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Fly Away Home
Home, where my heart lies. Home, where does the heart lie? pour l'enfance. (2013 - 2014)
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If I die today
This is dedicated to a young girl at my school who recently passed away. Please, read. I posted her story with this as well.
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Dark Poetry for Dark People
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
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is it still a joke now?
The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
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My Poems
This is my poems that I write whenever I'm mad, sad, happy, or just feel the need to creat something. It was called "Arts" but I feel that that title didn't fit any more. I really hope you guys get a chance to read this and tell me what you think!
