Poetry Soup Addiction
Dear lord I'm addicted
All my morals are conflicted
The necessities been evicted
I ought to be convicted
And I should be restricted
As it was depicted
Some would say predicted
Once I became subscripted
That I'd soon be afflicted
And definitely unrestricted
It can't be contradicted
'cause to poetry I'm addicted
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Categories:
predicted, addiction, poetry, writing,
Form: Rhyme
As Predicted
The storm came as predicted;
It wasn’t a surprise.
We’d canceled plans as every
Weather forecast did advise.
With lots to keep us busy,
We hunkered down indoors
And even did some online shopping.
(Easier than stores!)
The snow’s still blowing sideways;
The roads have hidden ice
But in our cozy haven
It feels comfortable and nice.
Tomorrow we must travel;
I hope the storm abates.
We’ll wait until
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Categories:
predicted, storm,
Form: Rhyme
We Predicted and Depicted
We Predicted and Depicted
Am watching MSNBC News.
Have been investigating people
in the mid-West who voted for
Trump and what they would
do now.
What happened is what we predicted,
And also, at same time had depicted;
Minds up not made,
In sun or shade;
Voters about all issues are conflicted.
Jim Horn
This is what I am interested in reading
about myself to
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Categories:
predicted, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Heaven Predicted
Forgiveness from iniquities
Planting a source inside of me
My Messages probably gave you insight
Willingly to see myself healed and as I stumble to see
You're credibly an angel that had my weight carried and a sign to be
This picture openly took it's shape to embrace life freely
Always be real with you and be here if you
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Categories:
predicted, absence, analogy, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: ABC
Predicted Pain
I need someone to save me from myself
Cause I can hurt myself more than anyone else
I steal the air from my lungs with a belt
I put fire onto my tongue and it melts
My skin is gone, my wounds are infected
The dotted lines upon my skin are self-inflicted
In my mind lingers a darkness, that does not
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Categories:
predicted, abuse, anger, angst, anxiety,
Form: Rhyme
The Weatherman Predicted
The weatherman predicted
That today would reach a high
Of eighty-five degrees; I never
Thought that he would lie.
I didn’t take a jacket and
My sockless feet are bare.
I’m shivering and I would bet
He doesn’t even care.
He’s sitting in a studio
But if he stepped outside,
He’d realize that his error
Simply cannot be denied.
It serves me right, I guess, because
I acted
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Categories:
predicted, weather,
Form: Rhyme
Showers Predicted
It’s rained ‘most every day this week –
Good news for all the flowers.
We can’t complain, ‘cause weather’s whims
Are not within our powers.
Umbrella sellers have been pleased
And stores which peddle boots;
Perhaps they and the weather gods
Have labored in cahoots.
I’ve stepped in puddles more like lakes
And dripped from each extremity;
For keeping dry, it seems like
Staying home’s
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Categories:
predicted, introspection
Form: Rhyme