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Whispers of Wisdom
I pass her by. Wrinkled woman, deep eyes. That will be me. I feel it already. In my stiffening back. In the energy I lack.
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Attention! Attention! I’ve got a few things to mention I’ve always got something to say Constantly, always at times on repeat
The loss of you.
Tears are falling heart is aching, slowly but surely my heart is breaking, How do you let go of someone you hold so dear,
Hungry, Still My parents are living in their dream house now with trees as far as the eyes can see A quiet, peaceful neighborhood with nowhere to go
I Can't Help But Wonder
Although I know it's not true I can't help but think you care about that phone more than me Whenever I walk into your room, that phone has all of your attention
body checking— a poem by zoe frenchman
i stare at myself, and i stare and i stare, and i exceedingly care; when i stare and i stare, it’s a strange nightmare; i stare and i stare and i can identify some flaw on my body or my face in everything that i wear;
Squirrel on the Wire
I rarely do but that day, when I had a second to breathe I looked up at the sky A squirrel scurried across the wire Against the blue, on top of the black, a tiny blob of moving gray
Children are a blessing, And let me tell you why I was born with my father’s laughter And my mother’s eyes. My grandfather gave me music
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Only the Classics
The roots from which poetry as we know it has flourished. Taking you back to the classical era, one stanza at a time.
Life as a Poet Knows It
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America in Verse
One Nation, United by Poetry. Exploring the United States of America through word.
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Seducing silhouettes of the summer night each eyebrow with curtain of endevour for the party time, legs exposed with grace and style the retro chic in your unreal realm dreaming thought to be the day removing all the fairytale most of them had curly hair, black, blonde, red eyes teasing, chasing
In frangibles melodies moan she leaned herself to foam words with silouettes worth the curve waving and restoring the middle age course
(written in the shadow of Roe v. Wade being overturned) first, we protest then we play because I refuse to let them take
Patriotism is complete hogwash Nonsense Worthless Even comical To think that one has to prove they love their country by
Fated Love - Part 3
The battle grew fiercer when a child stood between There was more to protect than just our love The sick evil thought to possess and own Through the usual devious tricks and lies Threats and wicked deeds; schemes and wiles
Care for Kids
i want to strangle my teenage kids and bury them out the back they've done my fuckin head in i think i'm gonna crack i want to stab my teenage kids
Fated Love - Part 2
But our love tree refused to die Though attacked and broken without It continued to blossom and grow within In our heart spaces safely hidden From marauding destroyers seeking ruin The embers of hope keeping alive To revive the fire when it is time
I can't take this anticipation
My mind is racing while my body stands still a kiss from you is such a thrill I can't stand the anticipation each moment with you proves to be worth waiting for
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