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 Title   [ Click any title below to view poem ]Category Date
 The Last Rose of Summer Nature 11/9/2009
 On Being Green Life 11/9/2009
 Butterfly Pink Senryu 11/9/2009
 The Magic of Angel's Harps In Flight Life 11/9/2009
 Sir I Hope You Are Well I Love You 11/9/2009
 A Conversation Between Lovers..overheard Love 11/8/2009
 Life Goes On Love 11/8/2009
 The Music Keeps Playing Love 11/8/2009
 A Rainy Day and No Butterflies Love 11/8/2009
 I Owe A Debt To Spring Nature 11/8/2009
 The Echoes of Sorrow Grieving and Loss 11/7/2009
 The Awakening version II Love 11/7/2009
 Skeletons Grieving and Loss 11/7/2009
 What Chance My Love Love 11/7/2009
 A Giant Step Life 11/7/2009
 Where Were You Yesterday When I Needed U Love 11/6/2009
 A BED TIME STORY Love 11/6/2009
 I Think Of All The Good Things Love 11/6/2009
 Last Dance Humorous Poems 11/5/2009
 I Sing A Different Song Love 11/5/2009
 Questing...Days of Writer's Block Misc 11/5/2009
 You Forgot To Remember Love Gone Bad 11/5/2009
 OH I Love You I Love You 11/5/2009
 There Was Such A Day Nature 11/4/2009
 Secret Love 11/4/2009
 Queen Bee Love 11/4/2009
 I Thought You Ought To Know Love 11/4/2009
  Sound of Silence - Lamenting Challenge Poems 11/4/2009
 Feed Me Kisses Love 11/3/2009
 The Waiting Room Challenge Poems 11/3/2009
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The Last Rose of Summer

First I saw her shadow on my wall

And heard the sound of her thorny stem

Tapping against my window pane as it

Danced in the chilled winter breeze.

It fell away petal by petal...

Withered, forgotten...

And though the sun tiptoeing from behind a cloud

Kissed her face,

It was too late,

She was gone!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing

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