Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

81. Meatloaf Surprise 6/23/2009
82. Most Of My Inspirations 7/9/2008
83. Ocean In My Veins 1/9/2010
84. One, Two, Three, I Love You 6/23/2009
85. Our Love Is Purer 11/8/2008
86. Paint A Picture Of The Sea 7/4/2008
87. Picture In My Locket 1/9/2010
88. Rainbow (Wherever You Are) 1/9/2010
89. Revolution And Rebellion 2/12/2008
90. Right Under The Stars 1/9/2010
91. Sea-Less Drought 12/28/2007
92. She Stands Against A Mossy Tree 7/9/2008
93. Sleeping Giants Do Roar Greatly Defiant 1/28/2008
94. Smile, Remember It All The While 7/16/2008
95. Sunset Horizon 2/11/2008
96. Thank You For The Blood 1/9/2010
97. That's A Fairy Tale 1/19/2010
98. The Day I Died Part 1 10/7/2010
99. The Day I Died Part 2 10/7/2010
100. The Day I Died Part 3 10/7/2010
101. The Sea Doth Strike 12/20/2007
102. The Stages Of Love 5/26/2009
103. The Stars Remind Me Of How Close We Are 1/9/2010
104. The Sun Forgot To Rise 5/12/2008
105. The Tragedy Of A Star (Our Little Boat Still Drifts Ashore) 5/23/2008
106. The Way The Moon Sits Upon The Brim Of A Yet Invisible Star 12/30/2009
107. The Whole Dang Meaning Of Love 6/20/2009
108. There Won'T Be An America 2/23/2008
109. This Is What The World Looks Like, I Think 1/11/2010
110. Two Letters Difference 5/16/2009
111. Two Poems I'Ve Yet To Write 7/16/2008
112. Undead 10/7/2010
113. Unread Books 5/26/2010
114. We Don'T Understand This, 3/19/2012
115. We Stand Facing At Two Ends Of A Field 3/16/2008
116. When I'M Older 10/26/2011
Best Poem of Annie Cordelia Adams

Sunset Horizon

Sunset Horizon
You torment me with your bitter leave
and night arises like a ravening wolf-
the lightening thief
Cirrus clouds gather
as though to make a nest
the fiery white moon
glazed - the wolf's inhabitant
and dusk soon reckons to lead me
back to my home: hole in the hill
but the Sunset horizon is so mesmerizing
it should have a soul

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The Sea Doth Strike

What is the sea, for it never ends
It looms around the horizon’s bend
I follow it as I transcend
The ceaseless waters make great lament

The evening tide is far behind
Toil on to meet the perimeter of mind
The ocean chants its words, maligned
Brink of thoughts conceived finally unwind

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