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 Dec 2012 Amanda Fletcher
Marian
From the meadow green,
Sweet flowers are blooming,
Lavenders pretty.

Daffodils yellow,
Blooming sweetly at my feet,
Opening their blooms.

Mountains of pure white,
Are beautiful in thy sight,
They are tall and strong.

Sunrises at dawn,
The begining of a day,
Quickly it ended.

Ferns sweet in the woods,
When you pick them they will die,
If you don't they bloom.

*
~Marian~
His skin
is burnt and broken out
like cracked pavement trampled by children that run and shout.

His eyes
are wild and constantly changing
from blue, to grey, to green,
unpredictable like the teenage flings that are lovely and mean.

His smile
is bright and charming
like a sunny day that you just can't stop enjoying.

His hair
is brown and opaque
like the dirt that's under our feet.

He is summer.
When all the best times happen.
 Dec 2012 Amanda Fletcher
Nick
I think karma is in love with me
I tried to explain the **** that led her to me
But she won't listen and finds me attractive, obviously
Clinging on like an over obsessive girl friend
She makes love to me in a sadomasochistic way
Experimenting in a lot of ways
Quite often literally taking my breath away
But She never lets me die and gives me all her love
It's a "complicated" relationship what else can I say?
She likes to **** me all the time
With a different style every time
It's a happily "*******" ever after since she came in to my life
She told I am best lover she ever had
I ask GOD "how the **** did I get so lucky?"
But now I realize You are not the one for me
So I gotta let you go
And It's not you ; It's me
I am leaving you for your own good
So You can **** me for one last time
And give me everything You got
Cause come tomorrow I' ll be gone
And You will just have to go **** yourself, *****!!
 Dec 2012 Amanda Fletcher
Nick
When Life Gave Lemons
I Tried To Make Orange Juice
Back and forth
swapping *** stories
showers, back seats
slow or hurried
Then they look at me
I shrug and sip
my beer
They bend their ears
wanting something juicy
any version
but my quiet gulps
spell out
V-i-r-g-i-n
© Daniel Magner 2012
Crooked glasses dangled from the tip
of her nose, tip, tap, typing away
                    "Uh-huh, yes, spring."
One third of a paper later,
my entire life has changed.
© Daniel Magner 2012
 Dec 2012 Amanda Fletcher
August
Don't write me a song
I know you hope that
This will last long
But I told you
From the start, I did,
That I wasn't looking for anything
But another friend
© Amara Pendergraft 2012
Email please stop
You're endangering my sanity

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Oh, thank you...
I mean, no! I will not be phased!

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Oh, hellopoetry! I do love that site.

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Someone liked my poem?
How kind of them!

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Well, if I must, I can give a few
Seconds
Minutes
Hours

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Ok, you got me... that's enough

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Email, what the ****

BING YOU GOT MAIL

That's... I've seen that before

BING YOU GOT MAIL

Email, that's not even correct grammar
Well, it's poor grammar
In the very least

BING-BING-BING-BING YOU GOT MAIL

I can't stand this anymore.
It's time to pull the plug.
Hide beneath the rug
I'm coming for you,
You *****, rotten *****.
While it may not be my best work, it's certainly pertinent. I can check my email about ever 5 minutes to find 14 new emails... it's disgusting.
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