Tag: love
member name: Virginia M.
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October 15, 2006 03:29 PM EDT --
I would appreciate some feedback on this, please.
From the very depths of my soul,
I cry,
as someone lost,
in darkest Hades,
bemoaning,
a lost love that was supposed
to have lasted . . .
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October 18, 2006 06:26 PM EDT --
The bridal veil's been lifted,
The honeymoon is over.
All well-wishers have come and gone,
And have now left us on our own.
He is off to make some money,
Each day he works real hard,
. . .
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October 22, 2006 12:03 PM EDT --
Gravity released,
footsteps touch the highest cloud,
because of your love,
Solemn expressions are gone,
and rejoicing now begins.
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October 22, 2006 02:25 PM EDT --
Personally, I think the human spirit, as a rule, is one of kindness, willing to help those that need it. (I have no idea why I'm writing this. When I sit to write, this is what came out. If it strikes . . .
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November 06, 2006 10:28 PM EST --
SOUL MATE
Searching
Out, trying to find another to fill a void, than
Usually, showering that person with
Love
Making deep commitments, that sometimes
Allow two people,
To move . . .
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November 19, 2006 03:06 PM EST --
Embers of Hope
Embers die
and cast about,
upon the winds of Winters' breath.
Summers' passion long forgotten,
extinguished raging fire.
Hopes, remain
beyond the flame,
bring . . .
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December 06, 2006 01:09 PM EST --
Dear Dad,
A few years back, I didn't think you'd still be here today, but I am glad you are. It hasn't been easy on either of us to have came though this time, but I wouldn't trade . . .
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October 27, 2006 09:59 PM EDT --
One day a dandelion and a rose lay together upon the florist table. The rose asked the dandelion, "Why are you here?" Before the dandelion could answer, the rose continued, . . .
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May 09, 2008 12:25 AM EDT --
Embers die
And cast about
Upon the wind of Winters' breath
Summers' passion long forgotten
Extinguished raging fire
Yet hopes remain
Beyond the flame
Bringing back . . .
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October 14, 2006 02:07 PM EDT --
I love, that I loved you, way back then,
but I hope you love me now, more than then,
than you'd know how I loved you back then,
when you couldn't have cared less,
which is how I feel now.
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November 21, 2006 11:41 AM EST --
Abracadabra
Presto-change-o, you are gone,
Disappearing works.
Can I do the same as you?
Painful chords chant useless words.
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November 28, 2006 09:17 AM EST --
Deal with me fairly,
That is all I want from you.
Is that asking much?
For love not to cast me out,
Else, I drown in deep waters
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January 22, 2007 12:50 PM EST --
You are as
a blanket,
upon a loom,
intricately woven,
by hands full of skill.
Having purpose,
and design,
your countenance
portrays beauty,
of blushing colors,
With hues of strength, . . .
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January 26, 2007 10:53 AM EST --
The show was brilliant. It could not have been scripted better, if it had been written by a professional playwright. The shiftiness, nervous twitches, and sad looks were all on cue. She sat with . . .
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October 12, 2007 08:10 AM EDT --
The wind,
soft against my skin,
as I lay bare,
the truth between us.
Our hearts,
pounding hard as one,
with raw confessions made.
Your eyes,
blue as fair horizons,
sees the joy.
Our entwined . . .
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February 14, 2009 08:54 AM EST --
Tongue lolled,
Bug-eyed,
Heart pounding,
Sweaty palms,
Face lit,
If that isn't love...
Cupids' arrow missed the mark,
And I'm in need . . .
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September 20, 2007 03:16 PM EDT --
(Acrostic)
Roses of red, proclaimed your
Enduring love, but now, you want to be
Divorced- and I am left, remembering the thorns.
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September 23, 2006 12:41 PM EDT --
Critiques welcome. Please, don't be mean but you're very welcome to leave your opinions and sugestions.
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October 21, 2006 12:55 AM EDT --
My heart,
has lost its rhythm,
no longer showing,
slightest pulse.
How could it,
continue,
when there is no life?
My body,
cold and barren,
desires refuge in the grave.
My voice . . .
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September 24, 2006 12:23 PM EDT --
I lothe the bed at night,
A place of broken vows.
I slept there once,
In arms, that held me warm,
And promised me safe journey,
To mornings' early dawn.
Though sheets and pillows may replace, . . .
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