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Afraid | Poeming Out
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Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. February 4, 2014. It’s no one’s business. Why do I need. Why should I need. Why can’t I simply. Love who I love. With no need of. That path should be. Who needs to know. Someone I have not met. I can’t move beyond. If I’m afraid to claim. The truth of who I am. If I’m afraid of. Forty-thee years of denying. Forty-three years of hiding. Not just from them. That’s the question. I don’t want to answer. I never have been. To find my way back. But I am still afraid.
Glimpses | Poeming Out
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Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. The Price of Hate →. March 28, 2014. I hear a whispered voice. Full of childlike wonder. Excited to be in this place. To be with these people. To know her mother belongs. And by extension so does she. It’s large and diverse. I see the smile on her face. Radiating from her child’s face. Unobserved I find myself. I understand the wonder. My eyes mirror the same. Sweet and so earnest. Yet wary to meet another’s eye. Trepidation visible in every pore. You are comme...
Whisper Hope | Poeming Out
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Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. Visit to The Grotto. December 19, 2013. Of melody and words. Faith I have known. I once longed for. At best, discomforted. At worst, hurt, angry. And once again broken. But in the silence. Filled with more than. Notes and lines on a page. I am drawn back. To the possibility of belief. Of the savage beast. Of despair and unworthiness. Of community is forming. Of love lived out loud. As expressions of wholeness. In need of rescue. Someday may I find it.
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Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. April 27, 2014. The Price of Hate. I wanted to do this. In my own time. To wait until I was ready. Until I had the answers. I’m still asking myself. I wanted to do this. When I felt secure. To wait until I’d talked. With those I owe. Deep levels of trust. To share face to face. Or at least Skype to Skype. I wanted to do this. After I’d told my family. To wait until the perfect moment. And I was ready for. I wanted to do this. When I knew how to explain. Makes t...
The Price of Hate | Poeming Out
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Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. April 27, 2014. The Price of Hate. I wanted to do this. In my own time. To wait until I was ready. Until I had the answers. I’m still asking myself. I wanted to do this. When I felt secure. To wait until I’d talked. With those I owe. Deep levels of trust. To share face to face. Or at least Skype to Skype. I wanted to do this. After I’d told my family. To wait until the perfect moment. And I was ready for. I wanted to do this. When I knew how to explain. Makes t...
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Poemine - Poems and Poets world archive.
Movement - group - philosophy. Generation of 27 [3]. Modernism, Realism [60]. Surrealism, dadaism, absurdism [21]. Poem of the day. I was the height of a folio, my bed just. Backed on the bookcases sombre Babel,. Everything, Latin ashes, Greek dust. Jumbled together: novel, science, fable. Poet of the day. Was born on December 8, 1943, had 27 years and died on July 3, 1971. Poems were written mainly in English language. Dominant movement is other. Member of the day. No more info about this member.
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A poem a day for 365 days. October 15, 2012. There is skin we share, humans and animals. Planets and molecules, forces hardened. By looking at them under a microscope. Or wading into knee-high night water. You are the wings that fly me from bad dreams into good,. Crumpler of forgettable days and clarifier of. Sentences, maps and butter. Motionless, stretched out, is not leather’s. Natural state. It craves sinews and pumping. Blood and belonging, as souls do. As we do,. We are closer than splinters. The n...
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Poeming Out | Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry
Sometimes truth is best explored in poetry. April 27, 2014. The Price of Hate. I wanted to do this. In my own time. To wait until I was ready. Until I had the answers. I’m still asking myself. I wanted to do this. When I felt secure. To wait until I’d talked. With those I owe. Deep levels of trust. To share face to face. Or at least Skype to Skype. I wanted to do this. After I’d told my family. To wait until the perfect moment. And I was ready for. I wanted to do this. When I knew how to explain. Makes t...
poeminha
28 de jun de 2015. Lilizinha Fofura e sua irmã Jojorela Partimpim com seus pijamas. Compartilhar com o Pinterest. 22 de jan de 2015. Fifi Décima: a costureira. Fiz a primeira boneca "Fifi" a pedido da querida e fashion amiga Anna Paula, da Chez Popi. Para criá-la me inspirei no desenho da estilosa Fifi Lapin, no desenho essencial da norueguesa Tone Finnanger e no desenho lúdico da francesa Sonia Lucano. A Fifi Décima é feita de muito carinho e de agradecimento por tudo que aprendi nestes anos com a Fabi&...
Bia Mel
Poeminhas da Bia Mel. Domingo, 30 de dezembro de 2012. Compartilhar com o Pinterest. Domingo, 15 de julho de 2012. Ter férias é legal. Férias são para descansar. E também para se brincar. Sem ter tarefa, faço o que quiser. E estou pronta para o que der e vier. Mesmo assim não desisto não. Leio diversos livros de montão. Quando para a escola eu voltar. Terei muitas histórias pra contar. E novas férias então. Para o outro ano ficarão. Compartilhar com o Pinterest. Sexta-feira, 27 de abril de 2012. Nesse ce...
pure feelings
Quarta-feira, 22 de julho de 2009. Os mistérios que rodeiam,. É um frio que da na alma. Ao mesmo tempo que fascina, assombra. Ao mesmo tempo que assusta,acalma. Viver sem saber se vai dar certo. Brincar sem se machucar. Sair sem saber que se vai voltar. Dormir sem saber se vai acordar. Muitos são os mistérios de nossas vidas. E quem disse que não a morte? Viver tanto e morrer der repente. Correr tanto e chegar atrasado. Quem disse que quem morre , descansa? Quem disse que não? Links para esta postagem.
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Para refletir, amar, sonhar, desejar e tambem para dar boas risadas. Segunda-feira, 2 de junho de 2014. NIKKA COSTA-Tradução e legenda por felipe jacy.avi. Postado por Marcelo Trindade. Terça-feira, 27 de maio de 2014. Ah, que friozinho gostoso pra ficar agarradinho com você, ver um filme, tomar alguma coisa quente, ficar junto debaixo das cobertas, se abraçar, se beijar, se amar. Ah que vontade de você. Que vontade é essa de ficar com você, de ter você perto de mim, de ter você só pra mim. Por favor, me...
PoeMinhas PoeSuas Poesias
Fugir da rima fácil / Eis aí minha obsessão freqüente. / Nem sempre posso. /=/ Deflorando a flor do lácio, / Ainda tento rimar "nonsense" / Com qualquer troço. Quinta-feira, dezembro 25, 2014. Não se suportando mais. Tantos os seus ais. Recorreu a Maria do Socorro. Que lhe indicou Maria dos Remédios. Que a levou a Maria do Céu. Que lhe apresentou José dos Anjos. Com quem foi feliz uma eternidade. Postado por Luís Antônio Albiero. Links para esta postagem. Sábado, março 15, 2014. Links para esta postagem.
