Annie Cordelia Adams

Rookie (14 August 1991 / Birmingham)

Annie Cordelia Adams Poems

81. Light Start Last Night Only Thing 3/2/2012
82. Meatloaf Surprise 6/23/2009
83. Most Of My Inspirations 7/9/2008
84. Ocean In My Veins 1/9/2010
85. One, Two, Three, I Love You 6/23/2009
86. Our Love Is Purer 11/8/2008
87. Paint A Picture Of The Sea 7/4/2008
88. Picture In My Locket 1/9/2010
89. Rainbow (Wherever You Are) 1/9/2010
90. Revolution And Rebellion 2/12/2008
91. Right Under The Stars 1/9/2010
92. Sea-Less Drought 12/28/2007
93. She Stands Against A Mossy Tree 7/9/2008
94. Sleeping Giants Do Roar Greatly Defiant 1/28/2008
95. Smile, Remember It All The While 7/16/2008
96. Sunset Horizon 2/11/2008
97. Thank You For The Blood 1/9/2010
98. That's A Fairy Tale 1/19/2010
99. The Day I Died Part 1 10/7/2010
100. The Day I Died Part 2 10/7/2010
101. The Day I Died Part 3 10/7/2010
102. The Sea Doth Strike 12/20/2007
103. The Stages Of Love 5/26/2009
104. The Stars Remind Me Of How Close We Are 1/9/2010
105. The Sun Forgot To Rise 5/12/2008
106. The Tragedy Of A Star (Our Little Boat Still Drifts Ashore) 5/23/2008
107. The Way The Moon Sits Upon The Brim Of A Yet Invisible Star 12/30/2009
108. The Whole Dang Meaning Of Love 6/20/2009
109. There Won'T Be An America 2/23/2008
110. This Is What The World Looks Like, I Think 1/11/2010
111. Two Letters Difference 5/16/2009
112. Two Poems I'Ve Yet To Write 7/16/2008
113. Undead 10/7/2010
114. Unread Books 5/26/2010
115. We Don'T Understand This, 3/19/2012
116. We Stand Facing At Two Ends Of A Field 3/16/2008
117. 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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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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