Pipedream Poems - Poems about Pipedream

...Damaged Goods Damaged goods describe both the external and internal features. After all, external damaged goods refer to those features because the internal features are still whole, functiona......

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...I spent my childhood outside running and laughing my legs worked beautifully I could see in the dark I had all kinds of friends Neighbors were family I have slowed down my ankles have arth......

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...UTOPIA It always was a pipedream A state offering perfection Maybe these days, a meme Sent in the wrong direction A world that appears ideal All so happy, and at peace But shock at the big......

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...(Sapphic Stanza) Imagined being contacted by strangers Imagined in grandeur that I was chosen Reasoning surely, I am, saver of Worlds Imagined......

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...Though my heart was broken because I never knew you, my unborn, unknown, unfamiliar thought, the one that was much more than an inkling, yet never as familiar as the whisper of a hope. Though I longe......

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...A broken shell, a living hell, and all I'm left with now is my regret. Better days ahead were a pipedream after our relationship crumbled. Countless arguments. Disagreements. Every day! For my li......

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...I All sorts of fears A place of tears And all these years I thought these letters Strung together for a collector? No, far from such C O I M E T R O PH O B I A Intimated I feared losing Co......

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...Such pipedream regarding winning bucket loads of cash, would make monetary woes in an instantaneous flash mine dentures no longer will futilely grind and gnash, cuz I would undergo oral surgery......

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...Running this way and that, in search of some adventure new The roads ran their course with flatirons the ruts not few Over hill, mountain, river, valley, flood, glen and dale To the open sea with ......

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...Set Sail in my Camper Van This is it, this is the one, This is my master plan, When all the world is sleeping, I set sail in my camper van. My journey may take me east, My journey may take ......

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...growing up too soon you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind being passed by a hasbeen still knocking on portals twitching toes twirling thumbs ......

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...The pages of poetry and prose, So carefully and considerately composed. A response to the voice inside of me that Whispers in a manner incoherent. I am listening, because there is not much els......

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...========== O Monday night. Moving magazines. Aimed dead at killing an evening, my fingers target ========= These same old four buttons; >. 1, 2, 3, 4. Five’s a pipedream. Gaudy, small-mi......

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