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JUNE BIRTHDAY POETRY
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Jun 1
Flowering Sky - by Rozz
I fathomed the depth of your ocean,
bathed in sea spray, we merge
to ride the waves of passion swells
From the distance,
I heard the roar of sadness,
rolling along the barren coast
to rest tired bones of memories
I chiseled your name,
loud and clear, along banks of beaches
I named you my kingdom,
my mountains
I offered you my eyes to see
I gathered you words,
in the daily harvest of pain
many times, I looked for you
in chains of passing clouds,
memorizing pillows that travailed
in my sleep
And more than once,
I gathered your face to kiss
as it floated by and disappeared
among the flowering sky...
I began writing in January 1997. While I was
learning the computer Subconious words flowed onto the screen . The follow
year poetry lines would pop up on work orders and grocery list. I
didn't understand what I was writing about at first.
Now I realize this is the awakening.
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Jun 12
untitled - by Ralph Morris
Silence...
I look into life
And what do I see,
Emptiness and pain staring back at me.
Deep into my thoughts
And away in my dreams
Are the pain of failure
And their sorrowful screams.
Hurt within hurt,
A wall built from strife,
Another brick removed
To better a troubled life
SILENCE...
I am from Georgia (US). Poetry has always found me
rather than me finding it.
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Jun 13
Angels Cry - by Kelly A. Thomas
Slowly falling,
angels cry,
wadering through this distortion called life;
Living insomnia,
when sleep does come I dream of nothing.
I am struck by pain
That comes from my realizations of the world;
This darkness is interminable,
Why can't I see?
The world is dense,
and closes in on me.
My dreamlessness fades to nightmares,
covered with an eerie fog.
The world is blind,
with the binding ties of routine and order.
Organization is pointless,
with darkness confusing the eye.
I blindly reach out,
but am trapped in dis-content,
Why does my heart bleed?
I am 17 years old and am from Ontario, Canada. I
have always loved poetry, but have just recently found what I need to
write it.
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Jun 14
Above Horizons - by Amen
Everyday
My life is renewed like the morning sky
My sun rises
Above horizons
Yesterday I cried
I felt as though
There was no one to hold or talk to
God alone knows how I came though
God alone knows where this strength comes from
Where this peace comes from
Making me whole
Bringing understanding
Of why my troubles seem never ending
Today the sky brightened for a moment
And for a moment everything I touched or thought about
Became clear as well.
I understood
Troubles are not forever
Nothing man builds without God
Can ever touch the sky
No habit can bind you forever
No sorrow is eternal
No disease is without rest
No death is beyond resurrection
There is a part of my spirit
God keeps as part of His spirit
This is my source
This is my salvation
This is my life.
This is the only eternal substance
Every moment
My life is renewed
My sun rises
Above horizons.
(c)Thor 10/99
Charlotte, NC. Trying my best to be the
change I want to see in the world.
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Jun 24
untitled - by Mark Murphy
Rage, like a flowing river,
pulsing through my veins
as hot as sin,
as dark as death.
It comes to me
begging retribution
on those who have wronged,
asking me to act on mere impulses
to rights the wrongs...
while wronging the rights
Lust, like a flower,
blosseming in my soul,
telling me to do what is wrong
despite my knowledge of what is right.
It wants of me, to act on my heart, provoking my soul,
and to also take what is not mine
and to betray that that is.
Sorrow, like a dead weight
lives in my soul, and stalks my hope,
like an assassin stalking his victim.
I am told there is no shame in sorrow,
but how can I embrace the murderer of hope?
I shall not accept sorrow...
Love, like a riddle in the dark,
the most puzzling of all I feel.
Creeping into my soul, my home,
like an uninvited stranger
making himself at rest, without a word
Damn you! What do you ask of me!?
What...will make you happy...
I am a 15 year old guy from SC. I was never into
poetry, but one day just kinda got moved.
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Jun 26
The Outsider - by Katrina Taylor
I am still yet an outsider
Ripped from limb to limb
Looked at from another's eyes
As something cruel and dim.
I am still yet an outsider
Viewed from far away
It feels as if a sign on me says,
'Don't touch and go away.'
You look at me with tiny nics
A shadow on the wall
Sometimes it seems so dark
That you can not see me at all.
No one understands me
They label me a freak
I feel like I have been dropped
From the highest peak.
You must look into my eyes
Look real far down,
Maybe then you can see my dreams,
A crying me in a crown.
My name is Katrina and I am from Peoria, Illinois.
Poetry is a hobby that more people should do. It is an expression that
you have that means something different to everyone. Now just think of
what it means to you.
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Jun 27
with u - by Kristen Felcoski
I can't seem to stop the projection of your face in my mind.
It's like my lungs can only breathe your air. Whatever the smell may
be it reminds me of u and I cant seem to get it out of my bed sheet
nor the feeling of your lips out of my mind.
Do u feel this too? Tell
me not with words but with the slightest touch of your skin upon mine.
Why do u your eyelashes fall so softly when u blink? Or your lips
taste so sweet when I kiss them? Am I supposed to feel this way or
have I been drugged? Why cant I inhale when u look at me? Why does
my body go numb when u touch it?
These questions will never be answered,
but they don't seem to matter nor does anything else when I am with
u. with u… that is what I need…what I want… and then u say, "what u
have."
Kristen is a young artist from another
time and place, but currently lives in Delray Beach, Florida.
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Jun 30
Who Am I? - by Donna Estrelles
Time fleets
Sand drifts
Wind blows
Into a direction
I never knew
Sun sets
Moon rises
Flowers bloom
But why oh why
So early at dawn.
I rise
I fall
I gained fame and power
Whom many extol.
I've lived
I'll die
A question still lingers
Why am I here?
Oh God, who am I?
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