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NOVEMBER BIRTHDAY POETRY
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Nov 5
Lovely Visions - by Sabreen Wolf
Lovely visions flow through my head
memories of green, orange, yellow and red.
Pictures of autumn, I can see them quite clear
it is always so beautiful this time of year.
From the top of this hill I can see far and wide,
an ocean of colors reaching up to the sky.
The wind is so cool; there is a chill in the air,
it soon will be clear that winter is here.
The dense heavy fog, the frost on the ground
the grass now crackles when we walk around.
All of the children bundled from head to toe
hoping and praying that soon it will snow.
Logs burn in the fireplace so warm and bright,
it fills our hearts with happiness and delight.
These lovely visions flow through my head,
beautiful memories of green, orange, yellow and red.
The author’s poems are a reflection of everyday life put into words, creating a diary or journal of sorts, allowing the reader to see and feel happiness, sadness, joy and pain. It is the history of her life, written in poetry.
Personal Bio : I have been writing for over 30 years, it is something that is truly a part of me. I have been published in many anthologies over the years.
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Nov 12
Untitled - by smiley bob
I never knew death till
One took it to herself to die in mocking.
a gasp and rasp in voice befit her,
as she grabbed and clenched her chest in laughing.
she fell to fear the ground that called her,
but joked that dying comes when falling.
she cried a creed and fell when calling,
out and up she winked a sigh
and coughed and closed her eyes to all
then looked up, laughed and died some more.
we all gathered, gawked and groaped at her as writhing sang to us.
then quite quick, as soon as starting, she up and up and lived again.
she saw us gassed from groaping gawking.
she saw us, smiled and pulled from her
the nagging, death knell, tolling needle
then filled it, killed it, and died for real.
17 year old student of life living in quebec.
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Nov 16
Untitled - by Tyson Metzger
Deep,
in
out
warm
wet
breath
sweat
eyes
meet
blood
pumps
muscle
tight
head
light,
lost..
Feather falling
slowly floating
to the earth.
I live in Aurora, Colorado. I am in the Air Force.
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Nov 20
The Journey - by Meg
Seeing below, all the world as they sleep, I am pulled from my body laying slumped in a heap
The sirens are screaming down the dark alley way, I can hear the voice of an angel, so soft, guiding me the way
The light gets much brighter, the closer I fly, every step that I take, I say a sweet goodbye
To the ones that I chose to love, so very much that I left behind, but know in my heart that I will see them when it is their time
Now alone, I am standing on a bridge made of love, a bridge that seperates us here on earth from our loved ones above
I can hear my mom's cries below down on earth, crying for her baby, to whom she gave birth
Time has now passed, and each night before sleep, I kiss my mom, just before she falls deep
She goes on a journey through the great white beams, and there we talk together, there in her dreams.
I am 19 years old, and have written poetry since I was little. I find I can let myself go in my poetry and lose myself in it. I would really apprieciate it if
anyone who likes my poem or has any comment, feel free to e-mail me. Thanx.
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Nov 22
untitled - by Charlotte Pushparajan
In the darkest nooks in my head,
Are strange buzzing fireflies;
Tonight as I lie on my bed
And try to get some rest, they wake
Neon circles in the dark...
I love the lulling sounds they make.
Mesmerised, my inner eye follows
Their gentle yet persistent flight,
They take me far away from the night,
To sunlit hills, spotted with flowers
I dance upon them wild and free,
Until the wee morning hours.
The fireflies have dimmed their glow,
Time to wake to another day
But a scent that never was before...
Of roses and lillies is in the air.
Charlotte, now 20 yrs old. Still loving poetry. Still
loving life!
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Nov 22
untitled - by Charlotte Pushparajan
Summer had shrunk away his sleaze
His fiery gaze gone old,
And blowing in was chilly breeze
Heralding a season cold.
The pretty time of year had passed
And so had all the sweat,
The bears began their time of fast
Through season cold and wet.
The heavens were tossed in a sea of clouds
Poor moon in snow and gale,
And people trapped in the snow outside
Could only stand and wail.
Rang loud and clear, a poor man's woes
On streets so deathly white,
While the rich, behind closed doors
Slept cosy, warm and tight.
Hello! I'm a student from Chennai, India who has been dabbling in poetry for quite some time now! It's the coolest!
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Nov 26
untitled - by Jameel Heath
Blood from stars in iron bars,
seeking the road to it's ulimate source,
I think it's impossible to veer off course,
destiny seems absolute, I hear lord Shiva playing his cosmic flute,
bring your fruit from snowy heights, bring enough for a thousand flights,
carry me stoned away back home, I see beautiful faces congeal from chaos,
star filled skies lead my mind to roam, the plan is written up there,
emblazoned in light upon deepest night,
I know we must go where death does not dare.
25 year old psycho from Phoenix
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Nov 29
untitled - by Symone Louise
young girl all alone
tears building
looking tired feeling drawn
hopes lost fears grown
long time lost
wont be found
until she's burried
6ft in the ground
for she cant fly
just floats on by
dreams of angels in the sky
fears herself fears her lie
young girl all alone
facing the world on her own
even to herself she is unknown
a young girl called Symone
hi i'm 16 from lancashire in the u.k i'm still at school and i hope you like my poem
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Nov 29
I don't belong - by Tommie
I don't belong
No I don't belong here
Not in this land of chaos
Where hyenas prey on each another
Where the hen like the mole must burrow to hide
even the ants would ask, if it is a sin to be born
While the elephant desirous of a place under the sun,
must look after his head
Not in this place I say
not this place where the face of the sky
is darkened by the blood of innocents being shed
where the sound of the rain
is drowned by the cries of the afflicted
a place where the sun with vengeance
pours down its heat
and sweat like a waterfall courses down the flanks
a place where faces are but screens hiding reality and
deities are everyday profaned
Oh! I knew even at birth
that I do not belong here
here where the struggles of life are unending
and envy is a routine
this place where danger is a constant companion
and peace is only for the gods
the place where I do belong
I still do not know
But in this land,
I don't belong
that is for sure
Ibitomilade Adejuyigbe (Tommie) - I live in Nigeria.
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