Part Time Poems - Poems about Part Time

H e a r t ~ a museum of mosaic mysteries of handwritten manuscripts tattooed with crimson needles from acrylic sunsets, when dusk cradles the obsidian chambers of celestial havens, homing soul-kept secrets that ricochet with romanticized sins, as my beloved moon, you’ve long been my part-time lover in darkness and cursed corners where the sparkling jewels and the nocturnal nightingales heed the unsung chorus of ...

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Beneath the glow of neon light, where secrets love to hide.. Two shadows meet in whispered steps, forbidden side by side. A game of passion, sly and swift, where hearts and caution blend.. A dance of stolen glances.. where the night will know no end. The city hums, the streetlights blink, a world of hush and heat.. And in the...

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People lie to me about big things, people lie to me about small things. They lie about what's dear to me, they lie about what doesn't bother me. They speak highly of crooked beings, they downplay important things. I'm told half and no truths at all. And like colors on a spectrum, bright is passed as dull and off. Big is watered down as...

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Written By: D. Collins 10/3/24 Drop your pup off somewhere around eight. By the time you get off, they'll sit, stay, and lay. Come out to my office, out there on the beach. "Sunbrellas" all around connected to a puppy leash. A Part-Time-OG-Dog Training-Pimp. Is my part-time job in my retirement. Blending with people and just being myself. Soaking up the sun,...

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A pen rather than write, retreats, Some whilst play games, some write for name Loiter in literary streets, And return just as once they came, Love for pen proving a bit lame, And greed for glamour soaring high, A lot that falls within this frame Neither for poems live nor die. Shelley-like some write in long sheets ‘Aloft the sky in words of flame’, Some...

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I reached retirement age a year ago, but still I like to teach and so I do, but three days now instead of four a week. I start at 9 and finish up by 2. I love my students, and I joke with them. My class most fun is an elective: Film, but first class of the day I love the...

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only part-time darting in and out of shadows her thoughts languish unbidden turning suicidal...

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I loved a story at bedtime, but I could do a nap in the daytime. Before I knew it I was nine, boy was that a great pie made out of limes. I would then go back to my prime, and really really shine. There would be no more jobs that were part-time, no more bosses with only a dime. I would not...

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7/7/19 She’s a part time poet spending most of her time alone Even feeling lonely when she’s right next to him at home Pretty sad that what matters to him is not her at all He let her fall for him, with no intentions to catch her fall. But she’s a part time poet, with so much potential you...

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Driving home with weekly groceries, another Thursday morn When I see the sun through clouds that seem by blades of lightning torn And suddenly my head is filled by rhymes I’ll have a go at And my frozen food’s gonna melt ‘cuz I’m a part-time poet. I’m on a fishing trip with my husband and some of our friends And...

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Oh, if it were only more More than just part-time For I have found a refuge, rare A peaceful spot in a world of wonder A world that is my own, and what I make it Delightful or dark, delirious or dream-woven, dandy or dire I dance into it, spinning, on the crimped hem of my imagination Sometimes, tumble in on...

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My heart's renderings are shaded in poetic images and creativity yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges thus...I am a part-time poet for the bell tolls not for my words from thought in celebration rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public I have called poetry 7/6/19 contest Part-Time Poet...

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Just a part-time poet am I. Enough spare moments I’ve not got, so other things must occupy my time, and those things are a lot! Though poetry so pleasures me, just a part-time poet am I. My duties call. I can’t be free of errands. . . my job. . .housework. Sigh! To do things till the day I die that are not fun...

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Once active, my muse has gone on strike I said come back, she said go take a hike! I tried dipping my pen in dark ink hand on brow; I’ve attempted to think I began writing a very sad sonnet - ended up with a second rate nonet! Next I thought I would write a fun verse t’was not funny it sounded...

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PART TIME POET I tried to overtake a star Leaving behind the truth so far One of my biggest fear which I couldn't even bear Was to leave things I dear My passion my dreams To be heard they screamed But because of courage I lacked it all was in the vain I tried to remove this permanent stain And wanted...

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