Best Procrastination Poems

Skimming through paragraphs,
I seem to stretch time and shrink my attention 
Underlining words I can't grasp
With my limited span of concentration,
Creating art I can't explain...

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I’m thinking about thinking about retiring
     Not sure when that will be
I know I need to make a change
  ...

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To my life that betrayed the butterflies~
          within my chrysalis mind, 
forgive my flawed dialect, 
I...

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Bloated; the feeling of you getting filled with the same things of the world 
Old from not finding something new to make you feel young
Daily...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or...

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The Book

How good the night that darkens so
To guide me to my rest.
Where a favored Book lights up my eyes
As I nestle to my nest.

A...

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A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!...

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Procrastination hurled its clubs
And retrieved all the master plans
In the thought of tomorrow which 
Is still young and fresh to emerge.
So you succumbed to its...

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Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution...

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Emartra Van Doyle, II was a powerful leader.
As a powerhouse, he knew this was his golden age.
He formed leaders and defeated procrastination.
He prepared them for...

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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room,...

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It is an important cake that I had to bake with out a rake so that it would be 
real   It has a...

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I can't bear it anymore..
Waiting for people to arrive
Expecting the world to tend to me
Hoping the world will just fall into my hands
Continuing my laziness...

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The lead you own; your charge I accept
Your feet lithe, my eyes mesmerized 
My joy suppressed, hope found
Your hand in mine, my dream alive. 
Points...

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Some days ...
     Not dank days, but bright
          I go to the...

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