Write Addiction Poems

Snowflakes falling light but steady
Watching them, I feel like I am ready
Contemplating, as I slowly inhale
I know this will become a story to tell
I have...

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Love these shaking hands
	They are made to write
	But, hands betray me
Love the self that writes
	We’re on the same page
	But, I hate you still
Love how openly...

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Yesterday
 I cried  my heart out
For I wept tears of glass
To lay a path for you to walk on
Barefoot on the hot pavement
naked as...

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behind that phone,
I can still see,
The narcotics,
between your fingers
...

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On the restless road of existence,
Winding through beatnik midnight dreams,
I met a wanderer with stigmata palms,
Tales carved into hands like nomadic streams.

Under the neon hum...

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it's gift time soon...
and a xmas
pi-card book 'sees-on'...

so one nice...
'ought-to-buy-a-graphic'
write be...

pat's trick...
to 'stew art' and
make it sew...

descriptive ideas within...
a meme-ore eased
memoir


stan sand...

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I have to say I've been here before
My life has changed but not these shores

Of this salty ocean sea I still drink

I thought I'd escaped...

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For the years to come I want you to be upstanding 
Cheering me on as I'll be picking up my accolades 
For the hard work...

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Shadow souls flying across the sea
Of my senses they knew, what a mockery,
How do I write the song says the dream?
Whereupon the wanderer falls

In the...

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Politesse pleases me...
thank you very much
for letting me clutch
your attention courtesy
sharing following thoughts
thru reading my poem analogous 
to invisible electronic, 
fantastic, kinetic... touch.

Manners work like...

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My heart is  stirred by a noble theme as
 I recite my verses for the King ; 
my tongue is the pen of a...

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As i am sitting today with the past people...
in few hours i will be gone..
willingly freely flying out..
from the prison i was kept..
forcefully without my...

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I searched in vain for inspiration.
I even climbed the sacred Parnassus
Where all the muses reside.
I danced with them
Engaged in endless discourse.
All in vain.

Then I resigned...

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Addiction takes on many disguises
You feel left alone with your own vices
Yet, you don’t think there is a problem
Which is the problem you can’t see
Once...

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THE JOURNEY! By Paul David Powers! In the beginning was the question, what life was all about! Though we...

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