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William Wordsworth – What is a Poet?
Quote from William Wordsworth’ about what is a Poet.
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LET IT RAIN (QUATRAIN)
Beautiful, each word has a purpose, the perfect poem.
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Poem – Black Wolf
In dreams the black wolf enters the room and I sleep while it quietly cirlces the bed I awake in sweat and tears and while the room is empty I smell what left, what circled, and I know he visited. Again.
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Looking for Words
I sit here for hours, cup after cup of coffee, legs falling asleep, the hand holding the pen becoming bored, while I wait for an avalanche of words. As the rain falls, I hope a few will land on this page and over time become the elusive poem I am so desperately looking for: the…
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Quote – Ted Kooser – Considering the ways…
Working on an interview and I came across this great quote from Ted Kooser. “Considering the ways in which so many of us waste our time, what would be wrong with a world in which everybody were writing poems? After all, there’s a significant service to humanity in spending time doing no harm. While you’re…
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Poem – Know Me
Do you know me, or only my actions? Do you know me, or only the empty space? Do you know me, or only the oxygen I consume? Do you know me, or am I only a number? I know me – the person I am now, the person I work to become, the person I…
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Within Your Eyes | A Poem, by Greg Morton
Beautiful and timeless.
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Poem – Ghosts of Adak
An island named Adak served the military, a distant outpost, aging, succumbing to the wind and the sea. Inhabited by people clinging to their past or starting over they share the land with Ghosts of Adak. Photo and information below from: http://a-great-small-big-world.blogspot.com/2011/08/cities-between-175-west-175-east.html Adak is the westernmost municipality in the United States and the southernmost city in…
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Great poem about where anger comes from, and who has control.
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New Poem – excerpt from “Joline”
Some days later the sun left the afternoon sky. Replaced with nothing, leaving star dust and dark matter in its wake, what I did see vanished. Afraid to move or make any sounds, I went within myself and the dream became distant, confusing – a distraction. After some time passed I ran and hid beneath…