Archives de catégorie : Poetry

85 to 88 of 100

85 If I could choose To love just one He, the most deserving To be normal And not so self-serving To settle down And end my incessant jetting and swerving To do what’s right And love him back, finally and … Lire la suite

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80 to 84 of 100

80 How beautiful it is To be loved by a madwoman Leonard wrote I must agree These careful men These proud, these cautious men Choose dignity over risk They bore me So very polite, so little passion So much pride … Lire la suite

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75 to 79 of 100

75 I absolutely adore alliteration. 76 Imagine A winter’s afternoon Wickedly, crisply cold Sun unafraid shining Through the window To where we lay Tangled and still Eyes closed, wide awake Savouring every silent second Save our breathing Save the moving … Lire la suite

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73, 74 of 100

73 Eyes Mouth Brain Light switch in a dark room Tidal wave in the desert White dust in a shaken snow globe Eyes Mouth Brain Gut Legs Loins Terrible, beautiful, delicious thoughts What you dream to do over what you’re … Lire la suite

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69 to 72 of 100

69 What are you running from She asked Searching for the sinister Fatness Mental illness Mediocrity Boredom Ageing Offering the obvious, and Smiling somewhat smugly She replied The haters They will try to rob you Of your simple joy Because … Lire la suite

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One thousand days

68 One thousand days 1000j Mille jours Since our fissure Opened wide Like the middle of a book One thousand days! How magnificent a measure A kingdom of time Ago Since I sat and wrote The first word, note Since … Lire la suite

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62 to 67 of 100

62 It’s all contrived That lumberjack shirt That beard Those obscure tattoos Those thick-rimmed glasses Your uniqueness is ubiquitous, Love. Oh, yes Call yourself a nerd And believe it But It always is Contrived Fashion Uniform Fear Search for identity … Lire la suite

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