Spring Addiction Poems

The afternoon's a fire, but my head still frozen to the pillow.
The fan blows soft and I lay softer.
Without a signifier I'll get up for...

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such a time so be
spring has called temperatures yet 
feels as tho! sunshines...

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He fell, yet held to denial
She'd gone several seasons to send him to hell
Cold iron rod was insufficient to smash him
She saw and stretched for...

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Unter den Linden 


I have a soft spot for the German language
 when a toddler, I had free access to a military camp where they...

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Listen to the silence, 
before the sip of this brewed potion, 
an enticing concoction, 
Do you hear the harvest , 
The songs oozing from the...

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Astonishing, the level of acceptance, 
convinced through the horrors 
Addiction, unknown to others 
within the shadows 
Pride's last thread of hope. 

Refusing most certain transition...

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Lone key in between all of the keys hanging on a ring.
Lone dandelion wish standing before the pink tulips blooming.
Lonely me smoking in the sunset...

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Young like the Spring grass, smelling
Beautiful – so fresh and alive,
Trembling dandelions dancing in the light
Sunny whims caressing the thoughts,
Remembering the joy and kindness
She brought...

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AUTUMN WINTER'S SPRING
Burnt umber reddish brown bronze
Folic tree leaves on the grounds autumn
Chestnut smoky topaz
Cracklings of fallen autumns spring summer camp fires
Springs crickets sings flowing...

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My Love, Fabio

Your skin glows like the apple, blossoms sweet as the dogwood in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your violin...

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Rounds
by Michael R. Burch

Solitude surrounds me
though nearby laughter sounds;
around me mingle men who think
to drink their demons down,
in rounds.

Now agony still hounds me
though elsewhere mirth...

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Eyes that pry everytime, forever 
Obsessive thoughts like a recurring fever 
You're like a precious ornament 
That could be lost in blink of a moment...

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Whar art thou dame of my dream?

Eagerness readily overtakes me prior 
to succumbing to nightly slumber. 

Tis boot a blink when eyelids become relaxed 
adrift...

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Endless Thirst

The world is shaking, 
but I am not. 
The world is afraid, 
but fear, 
feeds itself... 

The sky is blue, 
and the clouds are...

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I saw it coming, like
New morning in May, when
I ventured out, and hugged the air -
For the universe was waiting, while
Its pool of plenty said,...

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