Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

1. Hoist Sails, Lass 12/20/2007
2. The Sea Doth Strike 12/20/2007
3. Greeter Of All Adventurers 12/20/2007
4. I Seek Not Across The Sea 12/20/2007
5. Sea-Less Drought 12/28/2007
6. I Would Be Valiant 12/20/2007
7. Sleeping Giants Do Roar Greatly Defiant 1/28/2008
8. Gilded Shores Of Stone-Cast Pearls 2/11/2008
9. Revolution And Rebellion 2/12/2008
10. We Stand Facing At Two Ends Of A Field 3/16/2008
11. Paint A Picture Of The Sea 7/4/2008
12. 'I Once Saw You' 7/5/2008
13. The Sun Forgot To Rise 5/12/2008
14. The Tragedy Of A Star (Our Little Boat Still Drifts Ashore) 5/23/2008
15. Heat In Birmingham, Alabama 7/9/2008
16. He Wrote Her A Love Note 7/12/2008
17. I Love You (You Said My Name In Your Own Language) 7/12/2008
18. I Was Ever Awakened 8/10/2008
19. In The Blackout Of The World 11/8/2008
20. Our Love Is Purer 11/8/2008
21. I Don'T Believe In Time 4/13/2009
22. I Don'T Believe In Ends 4/13/2009
23. Impossible To Know 4/27/2009
24. Hell Is Other People 5/18/2009
25. The Stages Of Love 5/26/2009
26. From A Lover 6/20/2009
27. Life Without End Is Only Good With You 6/21/2009
28. I Love You A Million Chocolate Kisses 6/21/2009
29. Meatloaf Surprise 6/23/2009
30. Fantasy World 8/23/2009
31. The Way The Moon Sits Upon The Brim Of A Yet Invisible Star 12/30/2009
32. I'Ve Heard The World Is A Beautiful Place 1/9/2010
33. Ocean In My Veins 1/9/2010
34. Picture In My Locket 1/9/2010
35. Rainbow (Wherever You Are) 1/9/2010
36. Right Under The Stars 1/9/2010
37. The Stars Remind Me Of How Close We Are 1/9/2010
38. I'M Through With This War 1/9/2010
39. Thank You For The Blood 1/9/2010
40. Furies' Wings 1/9/2010
Best Poem of Annie Cordelia Adams

A Little Picture

A little picture, browned,
Had a tear on its edge
Where moth and rust
Plagued it away
Wherever was this picture found?
In an attic? Where dust collects?

A tiny picture, profound
In all measure, fledged
With beauty like gold dust
A blooming fleur bouquet
Like an old tea gown
It was tossed with willful neglect

It did, very much, astound
Those who pledged
Their direct trust
Who lived in that day
Who’s beauty it drank down
In honest respect, its object

An old memory found
In a river of images read
The old photo must, ...

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I Would Be Valiant

Like a dove over water,
to the mountains I spring
though many people and many cities
there lay between
I sought a satisfaction
for my hearts desires
They must be God-given
They burn outward with fire

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