Introspection Iambic Pentameter Poems

“Each thing we keep- we lean on like a friend;
             engaged or not-...

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Love and loss are a heaven and a hell;
     a purgatory and limbo, a place
of sorting out: a place where lovers...

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I often wonder how death will begin
     and will there be a warning sign to heed.
Will I feel something way down...

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Appearance was your entire routine.
But truth is found if one looks deep enough.
A walking good first impression machine,
Yet something else when we cut through the...

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A cloak of darkness hides each stab of pain,
That willing concealment where I remain
Cocooned in my silent retreat of heart,
A moment's respite that Time can...

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Planes breaking like towers on 9/11
Is anyone in heaven labeled 7
Stuck in hell with a big gun on my belt 
Ready to fight my way...

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As leaves begin to drift around my house
to places they have not yet been, I won-
der what the neighbors think about the fall.
I don’t exactly...

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In older writes today I take a peek
I read what brings me joy and what brings pain
A message left: a gift that I still seek
I...

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Cloud Ten
Nick Rush 

Tomorrow let’s venture to a distant kingdom.
Through bumps of time to a new dawn tonight.
Picture yourself bounce on clouds past the petty.
Move...

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Chasing your tail forever like a dog
Into the forest, confusion of the fog
A door that’s locked, without a key
Asleep you found it, woke not to...

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Composed, my dreams embrace, then fade
with memories, quite undefined
returning nights, upon the shade
when clocks are wound, and sun reclines

When weariness is not enough
to lie alone,...

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Our birth is a command, a cosmic voice.
We live by law past humans wield to be.
We fantasize the future as our choice,
Then crash head-on into...

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Imprisoned by clammy apron strings
She squats amidst domestic disorder
Dirty dishes, smelly household linens
Blackened pots and foamy dishwater.

Hastily, she conjures breakfast on the table
While vigilantly eyeing...

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Across the table from an empty chair,
I sat and tried to sound interesting,
She stood so close and we discussed ice cream,
And Cornflakes, and bourbon, and...

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Such dusty mats of coconut, and hats,
and wicker chairs that creak; and chats, and cats
on sills that suck the early sun that spills
through glass to...

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