Best Bedpost Poems

He's infuriatingly...

pretty...

and I follow myself over his smile to find my eyes, promising uncertainty and chewing on
my bottom lip with the hunger that resides in...

love...

He rolled me over and kissed my dreams, his mouth became my salvation and I nailed myself
to the bedpost as we...

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Through the open window
An unintended entry way
Pale the moonlight streaming
Careless, now the price to pay

It perched upon my bedpost
All reality to confound
A tilted head, a beady eye
As yet he made no sound

My secret now revealed
He knew my every thought
My visitor in a feathered cape
Harbinger of...

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Lemonade drips on her cracked freckled lips,
I was studying the way that she speaks,
Her tone got rough, like she's had enough,
she was tired of amusing the freaks.
Her eyes were aged like a sage in deep study,
I was drowning in the wisdom of word,
the moment came,...

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How unparticular the day had particularly been,
On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,
For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,
Had lacked company, and therefore, dopamine.

 ‘Twas Sunday when all the guests had fled,
From either boredom or towards it in vocation,
For two-day vacations left this...

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It is a beautiful sunset

The dusk of night slowly enters

This chilly winter night

It’s not about seeing
The moon rise splendid in the sky

Like a light of love high above
Shining warmth to the shivering bare branches

Upon the first flakes of snow

Tumbling to ground

Inhaling the fragrance of fresh...

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You visit me in dreams…
Phantom of broken hearts, you materialize, 
With a seductive smile on your lips – 
And dagger blades in your liquid eyes…
Casanova of breathing corpses is what you are; 
You murder young girls, with your charm – 
Tell them they’re beautiful, 
And...

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The night seemed lonely and the day seemed dreadful,
as I slept last night I felt the continuous fright,
when I fall asleep I seem to become more forgetful,
blackened in the dire just doesn’t seem quite right.

As I slept...

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Lay down beside me
Let's break these picture frames
and roll around in the glass
until our bodies are as bloody as 
               our history
We'll burn our souls inside the knots
of your bedpost and...

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Winter's gone
I can tell
Those  birds are at it again
At almost daylight
so close to the open skylight
They could be on the bedpost
Winter's gone
Again...

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THE ASTHMATIC

He was 53 when I was born,
A victim by depression shorn,
Never to know much of his own,
Enjoying neither car nor home.
Yet my father never gave in,
Struggled for breath through thick and thin.

And though nature’s victim, he thrived,
Knew well each tree and vine alive,
A regular...

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I have been struggling with a faded thought
until my mind's become confused and tangled.
At a crossroad, this battle is being fought
between my stubborn brain and wounded heart.
I've great fear one of them will be strangled.

I thought I knew what my life was all about,
but perhaps...

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As chewing gum loses flavor
Stuck on the bedpost over night
As stale a romance not savored  
`Tis soon moved out of one’s own sight

One's life falls into the decayed
Through carnal mind's flip and floppy
Agape's attention not paid
Through mind Agape grows sloppy

As one's life became such...

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Only time will tell the outcome of this rhyme,
Whether it will succeed in the nick of time.
So better safe than sorry, as they say,
A good beginning makes a good ending, I pray. 

I’ll write a little bit of this and a little bit of that,
All...

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In the gray dawn, ghostlike,
A mist rises over the lake
Like a floating whisper.
My shorts and tee shirt 
Are damp and clammy
From hanging on the bedpost
Near the open window.
The dock is slippery, and
The yellow kayak slips
Soundlessly into the water.
The paddle barely ripples
The breathless surface.
I am adrift...

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I always laid here
This same spot with the same grief
With the same tears every passing night
Laying all the blames at my bedpost
And I mean all the blames.
Always forgetting to put them on you
Cos I thought I was the cause of the curse
And the reason for...

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