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i long to hold you
like a poet 
holds their pen

caress you gently
beneath the linger
of thoughts
as they fall
from the depths
of mind

play with you
like a poet 
plays...

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My poems are conceived, not within the womb,
which long time now has been devoid of seed.
My poems are born from a need to be heard:
my...

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You say, I’m too far, 
towards the far side?
It’s a hazard of my left-handedness,
that I see the logic in abstraction.
Worlds lay within worlds
and colors bleed...

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I have a little garden
growing on a page.
No mint, I beg your pardon.
I hope that there is sage.

It’s ideas I plant there
to see what they...

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Dear men,
Explain to me why I stand alone. 
Women are quick to uplift their father, sons, and brothers
Quick to maintain the home,
But when she needs...

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Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic...

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Ink of life cannot bleed for eternity,
so I place dried petals in between,
crucial chapters of my memoirs.

When we stop breathing poetry,
our crestfallen pen, left in...

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I long to write a poem just right
Between the somber and the light
To tease the edges of a heart
To hook the reader from the start
Seduce...

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The moonlight bathed her cell in pallid light while she sat hunched over her desk, clutching her pen between her confound fingertips. As she bled ink...

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I don’t know tic tac toe
so I rhyme this with flow,
showing Nick Nac knows 
how to serve the perfect dose.

Measuring the rhymes
like I’m pleasuring the...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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If I don't write, I'm doomed to die
and lie beneath a wordless sky
A silent corpse, unseen, unheard
alive yet dead-  is that absurd?

If rhymes don't...

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It was quite a time
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.

That time was quite long
when I...

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On an early spring morning, butterflies 
 flutter among  dancing leaves,
  While windsongs float within a breeze
 As the monarch flies

 In a...

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If an apple a day
Keeps the doctor away,
Just think what a poem can do!
If can open your eyes
To a hidden surprise
Or remind you of something...

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