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Feb 10
Thin Ice - by Emily
Watching closely where I step,
I walk along the thin ice floor,
But this long journey takes it toll
On me, for it is quite a bore.
I know the danger I stand on
Could crumble into avalanche--
But, oh, that spot looks nice and thick!
I don't think I will miss this chance.
With gradual increasing speed,
I stride across the great ice plain
And gently reach a full-fledged run,
A fleeting pace I can sustain.
Frozen chips fly in the air
From crusty top layer, not core,
So all those distant rumblings
And pesky cracks I can ignore.
But after just a few more strides,
A greater snap pierces my ear.
As I come to a screeching halt,
I turn to meet a chilling fear.
A breach climbs up the lofty cliff,
The ice letting out droning cries.
Two massive chinks begin to split
Before my apprehensive eyes.
I straddle both dividing bergs,
Dumbfounded and panic-struck,
I contemplate what I shall do,
Other than simply pray for luck.
On instant I must take a side,
I will jump now, no time to wait!
But too swiftly they drift apart,
And I have made my choice too late.
I love to write poetry. I'm 13 and
still improving. :)
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Feb 11
Hesitation - by Gary Catlin
I journeyed here it seems for miles,
I know I walked for ages,
A journey filled with many trials,
To here saw many stages,
The cliffs down to the rocky shore,
Reluctantly but steady,
I think I'll stayand gaze some more,
Then move on when I'm ready,
Beneath the black and starlit sky,
Blown by the wind I wonder,
How deeply I could wade before,
The deep would pull me under,
So close to shore alone I stand,
Half buried by the ocean,
The wind...the noise...the cutting sand,
Rocked by it's constant motion,
This cold it bites so harsh and deep,
The water near my shoulder,
So Chilled am I...I want to sleep,
The oppressive tide much colder,
I know I dare not venture more,
This tide would surely swallow,
So surely now I'll head to shore,
..and my tracks back home I'll follow,
The second entry from a talented writer.
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Feb 14
untitled - by Raven
I sit down among the trees,
and I watch the rolling seas.
Beautiful coastline, rocky edge
sometimes I wonder if you feel pain when you're dead.
Sad is sad and peace the same,
I really think I'm going insane.
Deep in thought, blurry eyes,
as I begin to slowly die.
My soul beginning to leave me now, I try to think of something, somehow.
All I see is now a blur, all my thoughts becoming slurred.
I want to die. I want to leave,
this life I've lived, it's pitiful you see.
No love, no life, only a soul.
A soul I have, that has lost control.
So I will soar, now, above the trees, just to think of what it is
to be free. So I am. Free.
I have no job, I write poetry because
I feel like writing expresses feelings better then saying words
can. I am 13 and I like to share my poetry with people. Its a joy.
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Feb 15
They That Weep On Distant Shore - by George David Denson
They that weep on distant shore...
Bother me daily, yet more and more.
What can I do--What can I say,
To whom do I turn as violence increases day by day.
O' God, I pray that the bloodshed will end,
So they that weep will find you their friend.
Awaken us all who so comfortably sleep,
Give us the courage to care for they that weep.
For some reason our prayers seem to be ignored,
And they that weep continue to do so o'er and o'er.
Pray we must, though tears continue to flow,
For violence must receive its final death's blow.
So hold on and believe, they that weep on distant shore...
For peace will surely someday find an open door!
I am a minister/Christian educator
who teaches Literature to Juniors and Seniors in a Christian High
School and pastors a small congregation.
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Feb 17
Butterflies Are Free? - by blues Omasta
Poor little butterfly
Wings tattered and torn
Plucked from the breezes to which you'd been borne
You fill life with beauty just being about
Your colors so brilliant
They just seem to shout
"Look at me. I am butterfly flying free. I capture your attention
without making a sound. I am beauty in motion; I don't belong on the
ground."
Single mom. College educated. Writing
poetry and observations of life for 35 yrs.
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Feb 18
THE FACES OF TERRORISM - by Don Chapman
Webster defines terror as
Acts that produce intense fear
And the intent of English usage
Is to be accurate and clear
But fear is so subjective
It's in the mind of the beholder
So that threats to me aren't threats to you
If you're hardened, blind or bolder
The acts of terrorizing
Are to subjugate, destroy
Demoralize, intimidate
A most horrific ploy
Some are overt, while others hide
Behind the guise of powers
And terror wreaked its havoc
On the world trade center towers
But illegal occupation
And forcing curfews on the needy
Is psychological terror
That is inhumane and seedy
The killing of a bride and groom
By errant friendly fire
Turns a joyful celebration
Into a fearful funeral pyre
Let's be honest as we struggle
To do the thing that's right
Don't accede to Sharon doctrine
Rumsfeld's military might
Our integrity is compromised
When our actions end in error
We find ourselves unknowingly
Fighting terror back with terror
J. D. Chapman, July/02
A research scientist who trys to rationalize
some government actions
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Feb 19
Midnight in Autumn - by Johnny Martinez
I see you almost everyday but me you never notice,
I'm so shy and embarrased but you must know this.
I dont know what it is that makes feel so drawn to you,
But whatever it is, I know it is the thing that makes me love you.
Of all the beautiful things that God has placed upon this earth,
The setting sun, the waning moon, a baby after birth,
The stars at night, the sky at dawn, the creatures of the deep,
The simple way you smile and laugh is beautiful to me.
The Heavens and the earth declare the glory of the Lord,
But to me, my friend, you declare His glory even more!
For when you smile you fill a room with bright and warm sunshine,
And when I see you, I feel such wondrous laughter, wishing you were
mine.
I cannot take my eyes off you, can you not feel the weight of my stare?
But I cant get past your beautiful eyes, your smile, or gorgeous hair!
God has blessed you very much, you're a credit to your race,
I cant believe I've said all this I feel so out of place!
Also know that I am weak but love you very much,
Gladly I'd grow old with you, make you my princess, queen and such.
And as we walk through time in talk and through enchanted forests
green,
The lillies have bloomed, the briars have grown but of all the things
we'd seen,
The beautiful waterfall cascaded wildly toward the stream.
But I awake and deeply sigh, you're only a midnights dream.
I am 20 yrs old, and I am in a hardcore
band from South Carolina.
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Feb 20
THE FOREST - by Treachia
A stream of water flowing through
A breeze of freshness now is new
Petals filled with glistening dew
The sky above is always blue
To the east I hear a cry
Tis the wolf so sleek and sly
Looking through his silver eye
At the sparrows flying by
Look away at yonder pond
And to the north and south beyond
For through the years that are so fond
With one quick swish of nature's wand
I wrote that poem when I was in the
7th grade. I used to draw and oil paint as well, but I have not
been compelled to do it again. My creativity has been dormant now
for many years. I moved to Las Vegas recently...perhaps I will get
inspired!
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