Tag: pain
group name: freeverselovers
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August 23, 2007 07:49 AM EDT --
My father is seventy –three years old and all of his adult life he has smoked. Deep furrows line his face His once bright mahogany brown eyes are now dull, and the . . .
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February 03, 2008 10:30 AM EST --
Abigail Ampwire, thin as a reed,
Face of beauty, pained by her grief,
Watched as the still born,
White as flour, dissolved in her arms,
And said, "Take a baby from a woman
And you . . .
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August 06, 2006 07:44 PM EDT --
FOR CHRIST'S SAKE
Look there, closely
at the fleshy part of your palms.
Look there where the lines converge and join.
This is where the spikes
are driven through,
nailing you
to the hot splintered . . .
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November 20, 2006 07:52 AM EST --
She had worn masks all of her life. Masks had served a purpose in her growing years. She had laughed when things weren't really funny. She had pretended to be surprised when she always . . .
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May 11, 2007 01:03 PM EDT --
Why do I love?
I have no reason.
It brought me nothing.
It brought me everything.
It hurts
It pains
So if I laugh
Do I hide
That I’m the one
That caused the pain?
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April 08, 2008 07:40 PM EDT --
In the back of our ancient house
I watch the wind push the trees apart
the leaves swirling to the ground
Was I the only one to notice?
My secret, my panaorama to miserly keep
. . .
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May 02, 2007 02:23 PM EDT --
There is poetry experimentation in the air. I'm not in the depths of despair. No no but
I do want to depart from my usual happy go lucky spiritual poetry and see if I can write something really dark . . .
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April 06, 2007 07:25 PM EDT --
The night is long without you
and my pillow is no solace
to the pain I feel inside,
soaking up these tears
that fall from my eyes;
I think of my head
against your shirt, your skin,
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March 29, 2008 03:59 PM EDT --
Your kindness is killing me;
Why don't you just let me go?
Why must you sugarcoat the bitterness,
make promises you have no intention
of keeping? . . .
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August 30, 2006 01:53 PM EDT --
[Critique welcome]
The Old Key
I have come across a key
in my desk forgotten.
I do not recall what it is for.
Unlocking memory?
Perhaps a door into an old reality. . . .
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February 19, 2008 08:08 AM EST --
I've been to Places
by Cathryn flowers Ritchie
Part I
I've been to places where I've known being known,
and (in spite of or because of)
loved. . . .
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July 28, 2008 11:07 PM EDT --
The Reflection of
a lunar eclipse
on your face
penetrates a
wall of fire
creating a deep
splendour
across the sea
Our hands full
of grace waiting
for the . . .
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December 19, 2006 12:56 PM EST --
There's an emptiness one feels
after a tumultous maelstrom when emotions have
deserted us like prodigal sons.
There's another emptiness one feels
when luscious dreams withdraw from harsh glare . . .
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March 01, 2007 09:51 PM EST --
She watched as he slammed the door behind him,
bottle in hand, and she gave herself
over to her tears, and the flood came;
Anger, rage, pain so deep she physically ached
in the release, leaving . . .
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April 25, 2008 01:32 AM EDT --
I've never loved so hard, so long
or so deep that it caused pain in my chest.
I have never wanted so badly that I thought
no other thing in life could ever fill
the gaping wound that was struck . . .
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April 19, 2008 11:51 AM EDT --
There is nothing more
than this moment,
this feeling,
this touch,
this sigh,
these words.
All of our yesterdays
have vanished;
All of our tomorrows
are but a dream;
This . . .
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August 18, 2007 11:22 AM EDT --
Sorrow
I have always long for some change in my life
But my days can never be the same
How could I ever be the same without you?
Changed
You left, you waited till spring to draw your last breath
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March 13, 2007 03:43 PM EDT --
How easy it is to look upon the ravaged faces
from the comfort of our living rooms,
watching foreign people in a foreign land cry
for the loss of all that they possess,
family, friends, homes, . . .
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December 17, 2007 08:59 AM EST --
Sometimes at night
I awake, facing the wall
and I run my hand
over my hip...
(I can actually feel the bone!);
I pretend I'm a skinny girl
with more bones
than flesh,
vinegar . . .
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