Stress Writing Poems

The 
only
large enough
word I could read
on the directions
was important!
"Important!"
--just that
word :O...

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Who stole my muse?
Did a stranger come at night as I slept?
Did the oscillating weather changing the warm to cold,
freeze my budding words to write?
Did...

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Arthur Miller spoke of leaving a “thumb print somewhere on the world”
Why?
Myself…
I want to place an aiding hand in any heart
Even one
They do not need...

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Writing a poem a day keeps the stress away
Do not give up on your destiny
Just unpack all your thoughts on a sheet of paper!
History has...

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Did you ever stand on stage,
behind the big curtain.
Standing there peeking out from behind the curtain,
watching the audience looking at the stage.
Your knees are shaking,
your...

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Deep fried 
she cried 

then bloat 
and float

A house 
stained blouse

clueless 
for stress,

To bed,
airhead!

"Forgot"!
you brought 

you phoned
you're stoned,

she’s slow 
cracked crow,

clears throat 
like goat, 

Nancy
can't...

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I didn't know him as a serial not exactly 
at least not at first even though I'd overheard 
the plotting of arson from a dim...

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Pronouncing gives me stress.
With syllables to chance,
could ‘monchielle’ be French?
I feel I can’t advance,
a poilu in a trench.

Pronouncing gives me stress.
Italians insist
words like ‘monchielle’,
devoid of...

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is this life
the thing everyone said is so great and a blessing 
we live with fake people
fake hope
fake love
fake personalities
everything is fake
people only say they...

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I felt like a book 
very tired old and worn out 
needing rest on shelf....

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Christmas comes with planning,  
who are you buying gifts for.  
What to get them,  
what to eat.  
Oh well I took...

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If only I could write you a sonnet,
Iambic pentameter and what not,
Let my muse mull profoundly upon it.
I must write it quickly lest I forgot.

It...

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Written on August 14, 2017 10:16 PM

In the echoes of time, your words reverberate,
'Later, I'll reply,' you say, in a deliberate state.
'I'll read it later,'...

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Sitting,
Alone and uninspired
Ruminating on my throne 
Of the tired

Freezing,
My heater, broken and retired
In a building whose condemnation
Remains desired

Searching,
For some deeper, elaborated meaning
To a poem procrastinated...

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Every letter, that forms a word, chosen to Express, My Heart's Confess, of Life's Observation, Sadness or Elation, A Lesson Learned For ELEVATION...

To WRITE About...

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