Best Diseased Poems

Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust...

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You look at me so uninviting;
I may have some missing teeth, stumble when I walk, bout' to FALL!!!
Stutter when I talk, but yet I'll still...

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Bloom not, cruel wolfsbane
In this forward spirit of mine
Let the moon dim and wane
For love has diseased my kind 

The girl was luscious in the...

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Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me

so bees, birds and butterflies return.

Cultivate soul with...

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small gifts - 
contributing to other's happiness? 

# show me a man or woman of simple mind
people who we commonly term as slow #

point out ====>
people 
of simple...

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SOMEONE STOLE MY SNOWMAN

Someone stole my snowman, I only made it yesterday 
A carrot nose and coal for eyes in the traditional snowman way
The thieves...

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Walking toward His grave, the cool air nipping at my nape on this chilly Nisan morning, feeling disconsolate. The sun has just risen over the...

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All is well
Cocooned within.
Just the steady beat,beat,beat
And gentle familiar sounds.
Comforting,warm,so safe.
Unease-noise-confusion.
(Pushing,pushing)
Panic,unfamiliar,
What is happening?
(Pushing,pushing)
The beat now throbbing,pounding.
Faster,faster
And comes-the light, the light.
So this is LIFE!

(Blue skies,sunshine)
A child's...

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This country’s sure got problems
Corruption, crime, and drugs.
And though we try to fix the world
The world just hates our guts.
But for all our woes and...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring...

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There is an antique writing desk
in my little study
handed-me-down
from generations of would-be
writers in my family

And there are ancient creatures
from days gone by
living in this old...

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HANDS IN THOUGHT

Paganini, with his bony, white hands,
In the graveyard,
Playing for the dead

What a thought!
All that cold, weathered stone,
The few leafless trees,
What a diseased sort...

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In a world decayed by tyrants and greed, 
Serving the human for the human mans creed. 
Separation and conflict, the terms we now know
Where once...

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Turned over to a sexual revolution,
evolved to hijacked rainbows.
Graceless hearts deprave the mind,
a diseased façade of freedom,
to redefine every right and wrong.
Prophesied last days ushering
the...

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