Best Procrastinated Poems

we don’t appreciate
the sun until it r a i n s,
warmth of gentle rays
that subtly stroke
distressed skin
 when time was f r o z e n 
   smiles were s t o l e n
and hope yet again
     ...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic 
unfurled from the 
   silhouette of 
 ...

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Here, within my dark abyss of stark silence,
I hear the jangling tunes of rusted chains
   echo futile summer dreams
   like wildflower chimes in the wind,
comforting my inner moon~
still bleeding self-inflicted sorrow,
    in need of a balmy muse
as my...

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'Twas the night before Christmas and I still had gifts to buy.
I procrastinated getting it done; a terrible fault I can't deny.
As I juggled bags of presents that cost far too much money,
A sidewalk Santa winked and said, "How ya doin' Honey?"

I scowled at the...

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Bankrupt and broke life has given to me
Endless contradictions with windows I see
What a shame that it is to be in this bind
However the outcome I'm losing my mind...

Yesterdays care gave out almost there
While trailing once more, lifes relentless wear
Has taken me down again and...

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Gone is peaceful as the night draws to close
while the diminishing light and quiet constrict.
This ceiling stares
   this ceiling villifies
     this ceiling torments my sleepless eyes

Its all compounded...the procrastinated purge
spills at anxious pace with attention paid.
Neglected trains of thought...

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Paradise of passion has dawned upon my mind of my once dusked mindset (desired future of peace that has transformed my mind that was of darkness for the better) 
I'm envious of others' ecstasy for some reason still unknown to me and it gets me...

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She has felt a rope with a mustang attached,
Threw berries into a biscuit batch, 
The holes she’d patch in clothes and shoes
She loves her life and has paid her dues,
She has tallied and rallied, opened the gate, 
Chased and paced and could hardly wait,
For true...

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Buying time
Utilizing what I have in front of me
Running out of time dabbling in my writes
Night is almost near and I’m burning daylight in unnecessary concerns
Instead of the things that are important and I’m supposed to be managing
Going to lose precious time


Definitely, I have procrastinated...

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I am the queen of self destruction.
Ritualistic Razor sharp scrutiny of my reflection -
constantly spewing hate at my mid-section, 
whilst effortlessly faking the pursuit of perfection. 

A crumbled up heart beckons restitution in the midst
of train-wrecked relationships,
ruinous friendships,
and crumbled up to do lists,
in white-knuckled fists....

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine intervention 
yielded courtesy effort
vis a vis wing and prayer
while yours...

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Mountains

As I look out from my window
I see there are mountains for me to climb
I would not much like to ignore them
But there waiting there for me; all the time

And though their boulders seem so trivial
Their precipice so very narrow
On the rocky slopes that I...

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Holy crap, did I just see a beaver
Or am I going crazy from all this cabin fever
They want us all to stay inside
But I was born to be a social butterfly
There’s nothing like a coastal, sunny ride
Never been one to be claustrophobic
Except, all this stay...

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On Humor Throw Some Fire

Here is how on humor to throw some fire;
Read all of my many poems in their entire;
Idea can present,
With my consent;
Things upset Trump making him perspire.

Jim Horn


Trump and Trouble

Trump always had trouble gaining support,
And seems like he would sell others short;
Has...

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A conflict exists between lovers. 
A relationship like no other
The conflict solves.
He still has his problems.
They remain together.

Just embers of time
Love defined.
A glowing fragment that constantly ignites

Their engagement succeeded.
They married from longevity.
They are intensification.
Their essence is procrastinated.
Their souls are in statement.

Embers of time
Their minds intertwine.
Their...

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