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katie-walker
American English is all I know and love, so you can imagine my elation in finding a website that is unique, original, has spell check, uses correct grammar, and is all about poetry.
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Every day the temperature climbs Ever higher into the sky The sky responds in turn By sending a warm wind down to Earth The wind brings warm air to share Flowers spring up every where Tender grass grows Where lethargic leaf piles have been Above all else the wind brings life It reaches out and touches every being Even places in me I thought long dormant Sad thing is I didn't even know I don't know how it happened I felt so alive with you Simple skills I have to re-learn A detachment I've seemed to form From the world I hid Until a breath of spring Gently woke me from my winter slumber I didn't know you had affected me so greatly So much more attune To the seasons I have been Anticipating every turn of leaf Every flower bud opened Such discreet things take care to remind me The touch of another person The feel of fine cloth upon skin Of simple treasures once lost As spring progresses Summer creeps up behind it Full of warm sunshine and lush promises A silent world I live in now You probably won't bother With reading my petty thoughts But it feels good to have it said out loud So now I won't burden anyone but paper
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 5:13 PM UTC
katie-walker
Summer Comes With The Winds
Every day the temperature climbs Ever higher into the sky The sky responds in turn By sending a warm wind down to Earth The wind brings warm air to share Flowers spring up every where Tender grass grows Where lethargic leaf piles have been Above all else the wind brings life It reaches out and touches every being Even places in me I thought long dormant Sad thing is I didn't even know I don't know how it happened I felt so alive with you Simple skills I have to re-learn A detachment I've seemed to form From the world I hid Until a breath of spring Gently woke me from my winter slumber I didn't know you had affected me so greatly So much more attune To the seasons I have been Anticipating every turn of leaf Every flower bud opened Such discreet things take care to remind me The touch of another person The feel of fine cloth upon skin Of simple treasures once lost As spring progresses Summer creeps up behind it Full of warm sunshine and lush promises A silent world I live in now You probably won't bother With reading my petty thoughts But it feels good to have it said out loud So now I won't burden anyone but paper
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A small candle-lit flame Lights the way Along the dusty corridor, Meager warmth it provides As I shuffle quietly over Warped and weathered floorboards That sigh tiredly under my feet, Blank orbs skim over Hand painted portraits Looking only for one, I pause at a high arched window A servant left it ajar To catch the midsummer breeze, Moonlight spills softly Over rolling hillsides Fresh with midnight dew, Swallows slumber softly So the bats fly on in euphoric glee Unto the fruit trees, Wistfully I leave The picturesque scene For my own bland world, Moonlight leaks through the cracks Of this high and lofty house That only befriends spirits, A gust of air stumbles down the hall Only to tumble around blindly Yet steals my flame when it sulks away, I continue on without pause The way known by my limbs As well as my mind, Hollow and barren is my heart Since you left For the bittersweet life after death, I reach for your likeness But fingers touch Only cool, cracked paint, Her portrait is gone I hear someone screaming And realize it is I. ~~~ "Whose cries were those o' servant?" "Why those were my masters dear milkmaid." "Why does he scream so? Such agony, I've never heard the like." "His wife died nigh on ten years ago, and long since has her portrait been gone by his own request." "It cannot be so?" "'Tis. Ere' night he wanders the halls in search of her, but only to be foiled by his own hand." "Ah the poor soul." "Aye and in the the morn he remembers naught.."
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Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
katie-walker
Life Lost By Thine Own Hand
A small candle-lit flame Lights the way Along the dusty corridor, Meager warmth it provides As I shuffle quietly over Warped and weathered floorboards That sigh tiredly under my feet, Blank orbs skim over Hand painted portraits Looking only for one, I pause at a high arched window A servant left it ajar To catch the midsummer breeze, Moonlight spills softly Over rolling hillsides Fresh with midnight dew, Swallows slumber softly So the bats fly on in euphoric glee Unto the fruit trees, Wistfully I leave The picturesque scene For my own bland world, Moonlight leaks through the cracks Of this high and lofty house That only befriends spirits, A gust of air stumbles down the hall Only to tumble around blindly Yet steals my flame when it sulks away, I continue on without pause The way known by my limbs As well as my mind, Hollow and barren is my heart Since you left For the bittersweet life after death, I reach for your likeness But fingers touch Only cool, cracked paint, Her portrait is gone I hear someone screaming And realize it is I. ~~~ "Whose cries were those o' servant?" "Why those were my masters dear milkmaid." "Why does he scream so? Such agony, I've never heard the like." "His wife died nigh on ten years ago, and long since has her portrait been gone by his own request." "It cannot be so?" "'Tis. Ere' night he wanders the halls in search of her, but only to be foiled by his own hand." "Ah the poor soul." "Aye and in the the morn he remembers naught.."
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