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Peter's Poetry Corner

I've always been of the opinion that poetry doesn't have to be stuffy and academic, but vital, relevant and fun. All thoughts and commentary appreciated.

Friday, November 30, 2007

A Chord

She doesn’t strike a chord
She just presses keys down gently
And lets her music
Linger through the night.
I let it play, I let it play
I let it hold me till the day.
Posted by Peter Grant at 8:06 PM

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      • A Chord
      • Where's The Thief For Me
      • We All Fit
      • Mental Health Week
      • Three Of Us
      • God Knows, I Don't
      • Words Are Meant For Daytime
      • Stranger
      • Winter Malaise
      • City Full
      • I Guess It's Okay
      • Lichen
      • The Pin
      • Night Blooming Jasmine
      • Shadow Of Cranes
      • Adventures
      • Desire
      • Closer
      • I'm An Octagon
      • Seattleite
      • Strange Dreams In Milan
      • From Beneath The Waves
      • Useless In The Dark
      • In Bed
      • She Flips My Switch
      • You Silly, Silly Boy
      • Space Cadet
      • Love Fiend (or She Really Gets My Dopamine Flowing)
      • Because You're You
      • Night Strikes Time
      • Guide
      • Kissing
      • Irish Blossom
      • Dialogue
      • Sweetheart
      • Another Night
      • Every Day, Mysterious

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Peter Grant
I'm an American student living in Dublin, Ireland. I hope you enjoy these poems and would love to hear your thoughts and comments or read some of your stuff, whoever you are out there. Peace.
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