Category: My Poetry
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It’s National Poetry Month – So I Should Write Some Poems
I was just glancing at Youtube, and it said that it was national poetry month. Man they have a day and a month for everything, don’t they? Hehehehehe. Well, since I’m a poet, I thought I should write some poems, especially this month! Just wrote this sonnet a few minutes ago. Hopefully I can do…
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Poem: “Together”
“Together” Each day they add more marble to our wall, but what is physically kept away grows larger in the soul each day. The lake is frozen. Black Baikul. Every time we take a glass from the garden, the serpent grows another head. The World doesn’t spin when the rings inside her don’t extend. What if we…
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New Poem: “New York and Light.”
New York and light. East Egg above. They dance all night The Jitterbug. Their dreams play notes Her favorite song. The things they wrote She danced along. With eyes like that That guy could sing. She flys him back Across the sea. The city’s moon: It strums their tune. Related Posts: 4 New Iambic Poems
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4 New Iambic Poems
Iambic Dimeter: “I Know the Lake” I know the lake. There’s nothing more. What is at stake Is behind the door. Up in the sky Your hair flew wild. Your sunglassed eyes They hid the child. I thought you said To meet down there. We’d find the bed Without a care. It’s over now. It…
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A New Original Poem: “There’s something dark…”
[audio:http://www.stephenpickering.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/09/Theres-Something-Dark.mp3] There’s something dark about this town. It’s made my heart all broken sore. The stars upstairs they hear a sound. The dark hair girl she’s at the door. I want to go somewhere and weep. She hurts me with her darkest stares. Through her I walk the lonely street Of silent dreams and cold…
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Saturday Reading: Three New Poems
That is the temple there. The symbol that they stole. A border thin as hair Between Bob Frost’s two roads. But we’re not here to fight. We dance a certain beat. Incorrigable night Will glide upon our feet. The way it crowns is good Her charms decide it all. She guides us to the wood,…