Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

41. For Scooner, While We While We Then 8/12/2014
42. For Scooner, With More To Follow 7/23/2014
43. Freedom Is In His Blood 7/9/2008
44. Friday Night In The Rain 1/9/2010
45. From A Lover 6/20/2009
46. Furies' Wings 1/9/2010
47. Gilded Shores Of Stone-Cast Pearls 2/11/2008
48. Great Friend 5/25/2011
49. Greeter Of All Adventurers 12/20/2007
50. He Wrote Her A Love Note 7/12/2008
51. Heat In Birmingham, Alabama 7/9/2008
52. Hell Is Other People 5/18/2009
53. Hoist Sails, Lass 12/20/2007
54. I Almost Can'T Believe I Wrote This When I Thought It Wouldn'T Work Out. 11/28/2011
55. I Died That Day. 10/7/2010
56. I Don'T Believe In Ends 4/13/2009
57. I Don'T Believe In Time 4/13/2009
58. I Just Had Another Idea 1/9/2010
59. I Love You (You Said My Name In Your Own Language) 7/12/2008
60. I Love You A Million Chocolate Kisses 6/21/2009
61. I Meant To Say Ten Different Things 7/4/2008
62. 'I Once Saw You' 7/5/2008
63. I Only Wish Now 1/9/2010
64. I Seek Not Across The Sea 12/20/2007
65. I Want To Be Everything To You 11/18/2011
66. I Want To Sing All The Time 1/9/2010
67. I Was Ever Awakened 8/10/2008
68. I Would Be Valiant 12/20/2007
69. If I Found You 1/9/2010
70. I'Ll Fall, I'Ll Fall Right Into You 1/9/2010
71. I'M Addicted To Your 3/2/2012
72. I'M Through With This War 1/9/2010
73. Impossible To Know 4/27/2009
74. In The Blackout Of The World 11/8/2008
75. I'Ve Heard The World Is A Beautiful Place 1/9/2010
76. J/≫? %_Number9 | Endless Procurement 2/8/2012
77. Learn 11/28/2011
78. Leo, Leo 11/17/2011
79. Life Without End Is Only Good With You 6/21/2009
80. Light Start Last Night Only Thing 3/2/2012
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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