I'm with Sweets - It's amazing!!Quote:
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I'm with Sweets - It's amazing!!Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
I love the variety of thought that surfaces in this thread. It is so interesting to see what all of us will fit into eight words.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Where are my fresh-breath dog biscuits! :) :lol:
Nice one, Amp.
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Morning marmalade
and toast,
coffee made
dark roast
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Originally Posted by CdnReader
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Originally Posted by Sweets America
Shucks, you guys are sweet....Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
adorable even
After all, it was
only eight li'l words
:D
(many thanks!!)
indents
in the sand...
footsteps
through time
your life is the music
never stop dancing
night comes then
with its gift
of dreams
and day breaks
with the gift
of opportunity
the scent
of spring rain
a fresh
intoxication
Purple velvet blooms
chilled white wine
and you
He offered only lemons,
when I wanted oranges.
:goof:
honey bees,
tell us
what you know -
dance
hummingbirds
sing with their wings
drink the sweetness
Reality of paralysis;
throwing punches
at ocean waves.
(I wrote this in high school... long before the song came out)
June afternoon;
the sun's hand on
my thigh.
People,
Living their lives.
I,
Waiting for you.
wanting, waiting, wishing
for him to be there.
where you be boy?
wake up
its midnight
you are gone for june
i for july
you say you are
in love with me
come to me
and prove it's true love
Ha! But it was one here!
Sleeping tight.
Oh my ears
and whiskers
said the rabbit !
old arguments,
like food,
stale with the reheating.
reheating
made possible
only through
renewed,
rejuvenated
interest
"I'll die
this year."
He spoke
the truth.
my little cat's
paw
on my chin,
questioning
That's cute, qimissung. :)
my poetry
has gone
to maryland
with you
Lewis knew
the mirror,
somewhere,
a world apart
Thank you sarasvati21.
good ones, sarav and firefangled.
o venomous wretch,
fangs deep
in
my heel.
sludge in excess
culled by children stamping
grey
poem stalker
peeking everywhere
better change your underwear
the silver lining
now lost
behind
the cloud
Boxes stacked
full of words
eight or more
Me becoming poet?
The odds are really
None
words
piled
tall,
a
poem
avoids
their
reach
capricious winds
whisked me a world away
wistful
marshmellow pies
marshmellow skies
blue in my eyes
smudged windows
noseprints looking out
at the world
Hummingbird!
I've seen, now know
your drinking hour.
seed sprouting
in a drain-pipe;
life occurs.