Tag: Wordpress poems
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The Winter Of Our Discontent
The Winter Of Our Discontent birds skitter on ponds icy winds chase tears from eyes winter discontent
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It All Keeps On Coming
It All Keeps On Coming driving on the motorway the setting sun blinding this son setting out on the road to nowhere to some other place somewhere that is not here I remember we did this once before a box van full of all we had all of us all boxed in mother and her…
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You Are Not A Morning Person
You Are Not A Morning Person it isn’t a thing, you know morning person it isn’t a thing you never hear someone say i’m an evening person or an afternoon person or a middle of the night person so there’s no such thing as a morning person the only thing a morning person is is…
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She Goes On More Than I Do
She Goes On More Than I Do She goes on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on She Goes On and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on She Goes On And On and…
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Shining Light Of Ending Night
bright moon of morning shining light of ending night such a wondrous sight
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Loving What The Winds Will Bring
Loving What The Winds Will Bring The winds bring things from where the world begins or ends. It depends which way you’re coming or going. There’s no way of knowing what the winds will blow into your corner of the world. The winds can bring an eastern beast with teeth of ice, or something nice…
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The Road To Your Heart
The Road To Your Heart All roads lead to home You are carried by these roads Home is in your heart
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She Liked Me To Watch Her
She Liked Me To Watch Her There was the watching at the start. When he first saw her, he watched her all the time. When they asked him, later, he said it wasn’t deliberate. He said he didn’t choose to watch her. It was something he couldn’t not do, he said, like breathing. I couldn’t…
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You Just Stop Breathing Don’t You?
You Just Stop Breathing Don’t You? How does dying go? You just stop breathing, don’t you? What more could there be?
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I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation
I Have A Strong Sense Of Desperation [Warning: this poem contains swearing. Enjoy.] The sun rises. Cold and windless, the day begins. There is food, and T.V. I listen to stories of other people, their mindlessness, their sorrows, great inanities and little joys, how they are freed by work, the worth of their lives. Just…
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Sunshine Like A Shy Girl
Sunshine Like A Shy Girl sun shining through trees like a girl hiding her smile nature is so shy
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Do You Really Mean It?
Do You Really Mean It? When you speak to me, when you say those things, how do I know you mean them? Do you really mean it when you say, I love you, or I hate you, or I care about you, or I care nothing for you. Do you believe these words? Your own…
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Lives Never Started
Lives Never Started old packet of seeds sealed, unopened, and unused lives never started
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The True Test Of A Leader
The True Test Of A Leader A leader who lies one who cannot speak the truth is still a leader. Would you die for him? The leader of your country, would he die for you? If we were at war, if he took you into battle, would you follow him? If you answer no, your…
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Sunshine Like A Kiss From God
Sunshine Like A Kiss From God sunshine in winter bright and warm and uplifting like a kiss from god
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And Tonight You Will Come To Me
And Tonight You Will Come To Me and tonight you will come to me and we will speak again we will say the things we should have said in the way we should have said them truly and sincerely and we will listen to each other and hear what we say we will hear what…
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Laughing At Your Loved And Lost
Laughing At Your Loved And Lost and we tried and tried and so many loved ones died and he laughs and lies This man is an utter disgrace. Someone raise a petition to declare him unfit for public office.
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These Roads Run Like Rivers
These Roads Run Like Rivers In the dark winter night, under thick tilted rain, these slick black roads run like rivers. Around the roundabouts, along the overlit carriageways, in meanders and eddies and torrents and trickles, the highways and byways of this mean little city flow blind as water. Cars and vans, vessels, like ships…
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Life In The Time Of Covid
Life In The Time Of Covid each day like the last nothing ever different life in COVID time
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The Sound Of Slowly Falling
The Sound Of Slowly Falling night-time in the house alone listening to settlement to the sound of everything slowly falling apart I’m thinking about writing or reading or painting or murder or drinking some more about simple, everyday, destruction about doing something anything but sitting here alone listening to settlement to the sound of me…
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Sky Like A Weapon
Gunmetal Grey sky like dull grey steel the colour of a weapon threatening a storm Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
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Was It A Good And Happy Life?
if it was today if this was the last what would you say if someone asked was it a good and happy life
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An Old Photo Slowly Fades
An Old Photo Slowly Fades almost forgotten an old photo slowly fades the way that dreams die
Writing Me Up 