Love Old Poems

Seize the day!?Seize the day,!!?Seize the day!!!
Once I cried “carpe diem”—pluck each moment bright—
But now I know: no soul can truly seize the day;
We can...

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It Never Gets Old
We do; 
It doesn't.

The caring that fills the deep dark
The warmth that flows
From self to self
The deep, dear chains of love
Forged from...

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In an old book, with torn pages, my soul navigates through labyrinths of dreams,
seeking the hidden story in the silence between the lines, where words...

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A practice kiss with her hand
Misses body, heart

The droplets like her fall — 
She amasses their death

Even inside, outside
Let rain go no further....

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l listen to music everyday
it takes away my bodies pain
from rustling leaves to thunder storms
to soothing sounds,  l love it all

Music is the Art...

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Dreams, new and old dreams, we all dream
We all dream of chocolate and ice cream
We all dream of monsters, bandits and angels
We all dream of...

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My old husband, married so many times, making a big giant army with his loves. 
Loves that must follow all his rules, or he will...

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I read through my old poems
And my heartbreak is just words
I can’t even remember what I felt for you
Or why i was so desperate to...

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In a sweet silence, I sit beside the elderly who have known time as an old friend,
And I feel how their presence is like an...

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Like old paint,
the discarded heart chips away
where it lay
in a hollow chest
not unlike my own breast.

In its prime,
untainted by sin
and made of sheepskin,
its candy apple...

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after “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, by Robert Frost

This bridge meant something in some war,
some yarn of man and God and law:
but I...

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I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden,
The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms...

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If you want
To go out
Have a drink
Shake a leg

Take a bet
Take a chance
Win or lose
Have a dance

I don't really care

I don't care
All that much
Come and...

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He walks the dark alley's, unforeseen roaming 
His life finds worthless circumstances to nature existence 
Belly rumbles hunger, need a dying sleepless thirst 
Once on...

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Why do so many old pens love to write,
bright light comes from a lens.
Many write to their old friends.
How about to boyfriends?...

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