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1/30/10: Freebie!

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No set topic today. Write about whatever.

Classic poem of the day.

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7 Poems

  1. deepgreen says:

    Top of the world
    Becomes true reality
    As we stand
    hand in hand
    looking over the valley

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  2. SBgiselle says:

    “whatever” is what you say
    When you can’t describe how you feel
    “whatever” is what he muttered
    When losing became real
    “whatever” filled the place
    of the words she longed to speak
    When all her explanations
    Became pointless and weak
    “whatever” can fix and create problems
    Like no other word
    whatever.

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  3. Jonahh says:

    THE LOST ITEM

    there is always solitude
    in the centre of the road
    crossing over shades and
    tones and
    magnitudes of light

    sometimes there is solitude
    in the stream of thoughts
    crossing over dreams and
    age and
    magnitudes of gloom

    there is never solitude
    on the ways i walk alone
    crossing over fear and
    loss and
    magnitudes of hope

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  4. TREVOR says:

    At the moment
    I can think
    Of nothing
    Better
    Than world peace
    Except perhaps
    A hot place
    Of Chicken Fried Rice
    Or mabye
    Some curly fries
    Yes.

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  5. Tristan says:

    Sometimes I don’t want to write a poem
    but I promised myself I would,
    and so I end up writing crap like this
    and it’s no good.

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  6. Russell says:

    the tin foil wrapping
    protects its candy cargo
    only to be trashed

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  7. Meryl says:

    I found myself walking,
    Wandering,
    Floating,
    Dancing on a path unanticipated.
    Along the course I found a friend
    Who joined in my roaming.

    With him I shared a book
    And he warmly gave his to me.
    Through the pages of each other’s books we peered
    And learned and thought and lived.
    The world became ours. And the hours were calm.

    The man was sincere
    For his music was pure and clear as glass.
    He had a heart of gold
    For he behaved as if I were delicately encased in it.
    He was fearless
    For never did he shelter his sweet song.

    With pleasure we lived in each other’s books.
    With deep simplicity we enjoyed the path.

    Now I stand on that same course, which has just begun to turn.
    I consider dancing longer, but the movement dulls.
    And the road beneath feels inconsistent with my feet’s proclivity.
    Here I am -standing,
    Thinking,
    Wondering,
    Deciding to dance no further on the path he shared with me.

    I impart his book to him
    And my book is returned to me.
    As I finger through familiar pages, I recognize alterations.
    Once secluded pages are now highlighted in vivid yellow.
    I discover things about my own book which had once been misplaced.

    His music continues unshaken;
    The exceptionally genuine melody carries on.
    And as I back away ever gently
    I hope his book, like mine, is better in some way
    Because we had the chance to skim through it.

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