Best Jigsaws Poems

So much for my ideas of slowing down,
Taking it easy just sitting watching TV.
I moved to a peaceful seaside town,
Since then I have found a few things occupy me.

I play bridge at least three times every week,
Read poems with a group on Thursday afternoons,
For extra...

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Half-term holidays are here again
Two weeks of not going to school
Uniforms are in the washing machine
Even though the kids think they're uncool

After two days they'll be fighting
And I bet this will strike a chord
In a week you will be hearing
Those three little words “Mum, I’m...

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Even in our winter season the soul of the coming year bursts through hard thick frost,
Even in high piles of purest white snow, buds grow for our future of the next summer,
Blow flowers stir and seeds my mind with flowers of the rarest beauty of...

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A thousand jigsaws is how id describe,
the many personalitys ive used to hide,
The one who's allways full of fear,
The one who's scared to shed a tear,
The one who will allways act real tough,
The one who's allways had enough,
The one who will run from responcability,
The one...

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we thread together 
all moments of life
looking for a pretty 
quilt to display 
but some patches 
are misplaced
we overlook those
a missewn piece 
some edges frayed 
yet all the imperfections
all the dog-eared pages of
life give character 
to each story
the ragged sentences 
strewn together form paragraphs
and paragraphs...

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Private Residence

Sign at the gate – no solicitors –
Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion
Untouched by hands racing round
A face framed by chimes and alarms –
Measures of mincing minutes
Exiled with suitcases packed
To astral planes of heights unknown;
Bits of seconds escape measurement restraints.

Red escaping from purple
Leaving...

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each and every situations in life 
                                      ...

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Time to brush your teeth you two, its nearly time for bed,
just five more minutes please mum, we can't find barbies head!
I sigh and climb the stairs again, so scared of what i'll find,
yes! i thought so! a tornado hit, leaving devistation behind.

Toys, crayons and...

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even with all of your flaws
all i see is you
tho im puzzled like jigsaws
what you show me's true
never want to let you go
even when we try
never been able to so...
never say goodbye...

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We call it love - this hidden orchard path
twilit figs have fallen near
to rest, where we stroll and speak and listen

‘til the fruit is sapped, youthful sins confessed
bundled with twigs, themselves detached
resembling branches with complimentary 

scars left groping floor-shadows:

those of lustful hop-scotch-jigsaws;
those of the faint...

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Born in Glasgow on 15th January 1994,
Lived in Bishopbriggs, East Dunbartonshire my entire life. 
Started Primary School aged four,
Diagnosed with Auditory Processing Disorder aged seven or eight. 

Started High School aged eleven, 
School merger aged twelve. 
New school building aged fifteen, 
Started College aged seventeen....

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I'm blindfolded
I can see nothing
I don't know how I got here
Where ever here is
I taste blood
I hear nothing
My heart racing in my chest
There is pain in my hands and legs
I feel weight on my head
Heavy weight
The pain is more severe now
I turn my head
But it...

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It arrived yesterday, manifested gradual and absurd,
started with the surrounding area dying first,
then the original picture of a missing itty bitty bird,
levitating and unmovable.

More people went missing as the days converge,
sure enough a new snapshot each time would appear,
as if they were being swept away...

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Love be a sacrifice on altars of ideals,
A communion with the dreams of someone;
Love be a sharing of how loving feels,
A grand leap of faith to the heart of the sun.

Love be a high on a peak of euphoria,
Or drop to the depths of a...

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It rolled my cheek and fell, I caught it in the 
palm of my hand, it sat gentle, fragile, full of
memories. Good, bad, indifferent, joyous 
times, sorrow, angst, war, death and hatred,
swirling with no path to follow. I saw blood,
suffering, greed and the clock face,...

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