Love Writing Poems

How about some delicious tea
I want it with crackers and brie
Honey is very sweet
Better than sweaty feet
I got bit by a yellow bee



That bee just...

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Read Ted Kooser. Save your egg cartons until you have a fitted stack tall enough to be mistaken for an art project. Melt them down...

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I put my pen to paper , what should I say
Maybe comment on the brilliant sunshine coming my way
Or perhaps about life's opportunities would be...

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I wrap my fingers around the pen
which has lain dormant collecting dust
for months on end feeling as if
I'm lifting a fifty pound weight
straining not just...

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Now you have gone away,
I have not much to say.
Remembering sitting on the bay, 
even when the big clouds were gray.
I know you could not...

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I went for my early morning run,
just me and my young son.
It was to be a lot of fun,
then home for a hot cross bun.
We...

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poet, you called me?
          oh no - that’s not I ...
     ...

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I’m …

(thus told)
oft’ purveyor of a pen
drowning in the anguish of the heart …
bulletin:
love - not always love
love - always pain 
always -
all ways …
wherever,...

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Writing is my hobby, like many others do,
Just like my lover, who loves someone new.
Through the rhythm and rhyme, I ignite.
These unspoken feelings, I gently...

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She is oblivious to the fact 
That she can make  my mind Tedious
Which makes me furious 
But imagining her smiling upon 
Makes my heart...

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It was 3'O clock 
On a lonely morning,
You called me
It's only a Cup of tea,
But you are the only 
attracted me the most,
Your eyes are...

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Nervous I sat,
waiting to be called.
I wasn’t sure what it was he said,
but it meant a lot to me.
Then I realized,
he was not talking to...

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The creative mind
Manifests a work of art
With naught but words
Bridging the gap
Between thoughts
And words
And the more you write
A river may become a sea
And then an...

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Come on guys I really need to go.
My inside are about to blow,
This line is way too long,
No time to sing a song.
I am filled...

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        All odd

         make...

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