Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

41. From A Lover 6/20/2009
42. Furies' Wings 1/9/2010
43. Gilded Shores Of Stone-Cast Pearls 2/11/2008
44. Great Friend 5/25/2011
45. Greeter Of All Adventurers 12/20/2007
46. He Wrote Her A Love Note 7/12/2008
47. Heat In Birmingham, Alabama 7/9/2008
48. Hell Is Other People 5/18/2009
49. Hoist Sails, Lass 12/20/2007
50. I Almost Can'T Believe I Wrote This When I Thought It Wouldn'T Work Out. 11/28/2011
51. I Died That Day. 10/7/2010
52. I Don'T Believe In Ends 4/13/2009
53. I Don'T Believe In Time 4/13/2009
54. I Just Had Another Idea 1/9/2010
55. I Love You (You Said My Name In Your Own Language) 7/12/2008
56. I Love You A Million Chocolate Kisses 6/21/2009
57. I Meant To Say Ten Different Things 7/4/2008
58. 'I Once Saw You' 7/5/2008
59. I Only Wish Now 1/9/2010
60. I Seek Not Across The Sea 12/20/2007
61. I Want To Be Everything To You 11/18/2011
62. I Want To Sing All The Time 1/9/2010
63. I Was Ever Awakened 8/10/2008
64. I Would Be Valiant 12/20/2007
65. If I Found You 1/9/2010
66. I'Ll Fall, I'Ll Fall Right Into You 1/9/2010
67. I'M Addicted To Your 3/2/2012
68. I'M Through With This War 1/9/2010
69. Impossible To Know 4/27/2009
70. In The Blackout Of The World 11/8/2008
71. I'Ve Heard The World Is A Beautiful Place 1/9/2010
72. J/≫? %_Number9 | Endless Procurement 2/8/2012
73. Learn 11/28/2011
74. Leo, Leo 11/17/2011
75. Life Without End Is Only Good With You 6/21/2009
76. Light Start Last Night Only Thing 3/2/2012
77. Meatloaf Surprise 6/23/2009
78. Most Of My Inspirations 7/9/2008
79. Ocean In My Veins 1/9/2010
80. One, Two, Three, I Love You 6/23/2009
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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Sea-Less Drought

not the dream I once for took
the sea has become mere memory
it was once loved, once seen
now lost and near unraveling

it was superfluous sight for my eyes
and an unneeded sweet taste
it grappled at my heart and word
until naught was in my breath but verbs

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