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there are times, when I think of the right word to describe what I feel towards the free verse poem I write,
I find not the exact word, but my mind went totally blank while just thinking about it
what could it be? do I just write this poem to make myself plausible for my audience?
here I am again, with questions cluttering my mind
is it bothering me? no. I got Hello Poetry as my friend, to begin with
it is my canvas, my freedom wall to extend my talents in a creative way.
 Sep 4 Maddy
girlinflames
It’s interesting
How I can be alone
And yet
Not feel lonely.
 Sep 3 Maddy
Blue Sapphire
I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?
when autumn leaves are falling they remind of the day
like the falling leaves our love blew away
my heart like the trees empty and so bare
love you gave to me on now no longer there

i wont forget the day you walked away from me
took away the love that there used to be
it was autum time when it all went wrong
you find some one new a new love came along

when autumn comes around and leaves begin to fall
the day you broke my heart i always will recall
when i see the trees empty and so bare
my heart is empty to now loves no longer there

I am an Eeyore

Trying to be a Tigger

But I usually wind up with

Something along the lines of

"Oh...Bother"

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T-I-Double-Guh-Err
imagine if john was still here to day
would he write more songs in his special way
would he stay the same just not change a thing
joy to peoples hearts like he used to bring

would he sing with sean write a song or two
duet with his father just like families do
such a tragedy that took his life away
wonder what he would do if here were here today

he will stay a legend that put on a show
and the song image everyone would know
it would be so good if he were here today
singing imagine in the john lennon way
 Sep 2 Maddy
Whit Howland
Dangling from the fence
freshly greased

drops falling
on the pavement

quiet but grimy
music
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