Category: poetry
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1:09 a.m.
Aw crapNot againI know the wayThat this story ends I try to stuff itDown deep in my bonesAnd pray that these feelingsJust leave me alone He’ll tell me no9 times out of 10They all tell me no“You’re such a great friend” And I just can’t bear itThe same sad sorry songThe pain that will take…
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Sweet flower
Sweet flower come wander byThis love has seeded quietlyYour bloom has caught my eyeand I am simply filled with glee Sweet flower please roam my wayI will whisper to you my new songYou are my every dayYou are my dusk and you are my dawn Sweet flower stroll on over hereMy love blooms for you…
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A sonnet you won’t see
I can’t say it out loud, but I love youWill a poem you won’t see be enough?I’m writing to have some kind of breakthroughBecause I don’t think I have the right stuff How do I say all that’s blooming insidewhen I think that you won’t see it the same?How do I face you when I…
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I was a sailor
The year that I turned 28I tried to be a sailor.The seas were rocky, roiling, roughThe waves cried out “Assail her!“ My ship was new, just christened.It hadn’t yet gone to sea.And yet the ocean had decidedIt wanted to capsize me. So batten down the hatches andHoist all the colors with careOr something, maybe, I…
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He is lovely
He is lovely.He is the sun, setting over the horizonHe is lovelyHe is the bright, full moon rising He is funnyHe is the smile on my faceHe is charmingHe is showing up all over the place I could stare at that face every dayand not get sick of it.I could listen to that voice every…
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Measuring Cup
All my life there have been voices telling me I need to measure upAnd in my mind it’s like I have this glass measuring cupReach this red line, they say, and you’ll have done enoughBut that red line, it lies to meEvery now and then it moves, subtlyThe voices sing their siren songAnd the red…
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