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Big Eyes 0

Capacity

Do I have one large enough to love? I sometimes wonder if the cage of my chest is strong enough to hold another’s heart without casting a swift shadow of a doubt that would...

Nose 0

Press This Button

All that time it took jeesus search like a sexually frustrated TSA employee and find nothing that’ll stick nothing that denials can’t sing along to Till trouble, embarrassed, pays the bill slinks out and...

poems about giving up 3

Killing A Dream

Poem   Some days are hard and sometimes I see the light but how can I? Say goodbye? To you, my dreams, my true love and passion, the strongest affection… I hate the days...

regret poems about life 2

Life Amassed

Poem Dreaming in gold, radiant and bright Mind drifting like a gentle kite Laying in a sunbeam slumber A simple treasure Swimming in umber Ocean of yesterdays, to and fro Left on the wayside...

freedom poem 0

A Window, True and Real

Poem   The paper is too white, the pen – unwilling, the horizon’s out of sight, my hand is trembling, my heart is locked between walls and dust, this door I cannot trust, All...

short love poems online 0

Looking For You

Poem   What you see here Is no more than a vision You see often in your dreams When you cuddle your pillow You seek with your eyes You cry for this beauty You...

reflection poems life 0

Dust

Poem   I went back; Picking my way carefully through the underbrush, I realized: I’d never noticed all this poison ivy… Perhaps that’s why the itch persists. I went back; Scratching as I climbed...

Reflection Poems 0

What Hope There Is…

Reflection Poems   Alas my father, Lo my mother, Alas my brother, Lo my sister, I come. No lies to tell, No self to hide, No expectant bites can tame me. No illusions as...

Romance Poems 0

Because You Do

Romance Poems   Why do you care Care to know The images I hold That you want to hold I hear you say The things you say Things we’ll do Together one day You...

Good Poems About Life 0

Subways

Good Poems About Life   There is a dying ficus erupting from a black garage bag on the subway. It belongs to the man who sits beside me and rests between his legs. The...

In The Bus 0

Catching Up

I feel the ache in my hip while running for the bus. At this time of the day it’s full of pensioners. As I sprint with hopeful but ever fading youth, I am quite...