Best Routine Poems

Breakfast bells ring 
In my stomach and 
I go downstairs in the
Room where deliciousness
Resides with care and love—
Kitchen,
I stumble slowly 
Sinking the moment all in
I take every step 
Tap 
      Tap
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The voluntary choosing of
Involuntary choice

An eloquent expression of
An apathetic voice

A tribute to the losing of
All reason to rejoice

That subtle executioner…

Routine...

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There are tears mixed 
into the pancake batter
sun is still obfuscated 
by the window shades
without sunshine, I still 
wind up a morning person
Tobacco clings to me, 
where your scent would be
sewn with many memories 
into the mesh of myself
a premature family crest, 
stained and worn

The...

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My day starts with a cup of tea hot 
Its steam ‘n steamy headlines in papers help boil the day’s plot 
Nine to five make all efforts to achieve my day’s aims 
Mind and body both it usually strains 
Motto is to stick as far...

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Being a nurse I had a good understanding of medications for pain,
Explained to my Obstetrician I wanted everything, I was not insane,
This was my first baby and being in healthcare had very few perks,
I’d be given an epidural when the time came, but not by...

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Kids off to school. Going to work. Pick up the laundry. Stop at the store.
Don't miss the meeting, and back again. over and over. Will it ever end. 
Up and down. Fast and slow. Red and green. Traffic Jam "Oh No".
Day after day. No time...

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Morning sun rising
Battling fierce rebellious clouds
Perpetual feud...

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enough of the comedy routine
i've grown
tired of myself...

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The damsel in distress routine got old
at first, it was so captivating
made you feel like a knight
you had dragons to slay
you saw the tears
you wanted to be the hero of her dreams
you wanted her to faint with delight
at your sight
to sigh
you wanted to whisk her...

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We spoke of you today my dear
of times now long since passed
ah how quickly wound the years
the memories how vivid they last

I find myself romanticizing 
the journey of our past
and wonder what the now would hold
had not your days slipped passed

It's funny how ones world...

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The sun rose again today
Morning birds sang their song
The newspaper I still get
Was waiting on my lawn

The early morning dog walkers
Were giving Fido his exercise
My son yawned and stretched in bed
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

The smell of my wife’s coffee
Tickled the inside of...

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Crowded beats,
Hurried feat
On city street

Buzzing, upbeat,
Meet, greet,
Unrelenting
Daily routine.

July 8, 2021
Picture This 2 – 7 Lines Poetry
Sponsor: Joseph May
Image # 2...

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Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less nice with FireGod Sun,
whom some experience more condemning and unkind...

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tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation
i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen
what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine
we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again
knowing this, i...

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Each night, before I climb into my bed and fall asleep
Softly, silently, into their room I creep,

On pillows soft as clouds their heads they lay
Where they will sweetly dream the night away,

As I tip-toe to the beds in which they lie
I can hear their shallow,...

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