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A Fevered Night, Unscheduled Departure II

I creep into your room, my steps are unsteady,
You went to bed with symptoms of the flu,
A soft child’s breath is what I seek,
To touch, to comfort—to ensure peace.
But as I peel back the covers, I find
Your stillness is no longer sleep.

I call your name, my voice trembling,
Attempt to rouse you from your peace,
But you

Categories: fevered, courage, emotions, inspirational, loneliness,
Form: Narrative

Fevered Blush

Pencil drawn spring time
mixed with a shade of unknown;
Fever’s painted blush.

Categories: fevered, emotions, nature, spring,
Form: Haiku

Residents of a Fevered Brain

Residents of a Fevered Mind
By Sy Roth

I took the road more traveled--my mistake
Thought I could hide among the masses
Fully expecting that someone might pluck me out, 
And I would endure in their sunlight forever.

Waesucks, to exist in shapeless entropy, 
To become a mouse gnawing endlessly on their scraps
Ort left by their forebears.
To inhabit their dark

Categories: fevered, allusion, anger, depression,
Form: Free verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Fevered Dreams

As I walk through life
Into the night
That's where i find
These fevered dreams of mine

I lay in the dark
My mind flies free
In fevered dreams
Im Anyone but me

Fevered dreams
Tearing me apart
In through my soul
And out through my heart.

Fevered dreams 
Of my delusions 
Bringing me to
Impossible conclusions

Fevered dreams
Haunting my mind
Leaving my secrets
And thoughts Intertwined 

I'm burning up 
Flying

Categories: fevered, dream, self,
Form: Rhyme

Fevered Dusk

Comes the fevered dusk
A sultry breeze across skin
banking sun's embers
A brief respite from the heat
of which to sip and gaze stars


7/11/2011
Paula Swanson
For the contest, Tanka You
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 1st

Categories: fevered, nature, seasons
Form: Tanka

A Fevered Mind

In the wee, wee hours when all is still
You can feel your blood athrill
When you hear the ghostly sounds
Of whispered words and baying hounds.

Who is it that speaks so low
That the distant mooing of a cow
Sounds like the plaintive cry of a soul
Echoing from the depths of an abyssal hole?

You give a silent, terror-stricken scream!
Are

Categories: fevered, angst, imagination, mystery,
Form: Rhyme