Best Hurried Poems

I have no sorrow, for sorrow is small,
And can't be held guilty for choices made.
Reflections are scrawled on my mind's dark wall,
And will leave stains...

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I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I

i think of you

I wish someone could...

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With his icy fingers he stole my smokey breath,
laid a sheet of slippery freezing cold by my feet
and then whispered in my ear right to the...

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the lullaby of butterflies hums
in the early morning air.

a rounded light of gold 
above the purple clouds 
spots a blue filtered peak.

trees unite as one...

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I had seen her before in the spring and summer
The homeless lady sitting on the church steps
She would ask for help from people going into...

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I stare at dusk-tinged mountains to the east,
anticipating joyously the rise
of an old friend not pressured in the least
 to meet my frantic schedule, I...

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Out of the burrows and hedges and dreys
Heads came a bobbing in frantic relays.
Rumours were twittered and grunted and squealed:
‘The Harvester’s coming to furrow the...

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One day when I was walking 
inside a wood alone,
admiring the autumn trees,
I found a big flat stone.
It beckoned me to sit awhile -
 ...

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Twas a fine October morning,
one September, last July!
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
the mud shone in the sky!

The flowers sang so sweetly,
the birds were...

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Enticed
          by feminine allure
          my resistance 
...

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I saw her in the sky this morn
  ghostly pale and forlorn
She couldn't even wink at me
  display her craters or her seas

I...

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Come, winter, once again,
the way you came to me when I was young,
and with a handsome boy as we took a little stroll
along a country...

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The mellow western sky darkened, 
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer 
Over wavelets that bathed
The...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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Some people are just uncomfortable
She is putting on a smile
under her mask
I don’t know if it’s her
or it’s me
She’s nice, a little hurried
Even her son’s...

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