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Best Poems Written by Stuart Baxtet

Below are the all-time best Stuart Baxtet poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Spring Bulbs

a bulb planted deep,
growing slowly for springtime;
a daffodil blooms.

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She Is a Woman

She’s only a woman
He’s a patient man
no more emotional pain
If she gets his heart to gain
His love for tomorrow
without any sorrow
She gave him hassle and bliss
He’ll kiss her better like this
He shall caress and cuddle her
Before he makes her a mother.

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Roger Rabbit

Roger rabbit ran as fast as he could
Moving merrily 
Jumping joyfully
Around and around.

Searching solely for Jessica rabbit
Late lost in time
Suddenly seeing she was not what she seemed
Pretty prim pompous Jessica was a witch

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Wordswordswords

Words,
Alas, become neglected,
Fallow and unproductive;
The mind gets tired, 
And so does the emotions,
They torment,
They weaken,
They are sweet yet corrupted,
Words as unclean as syphilis,
As painful as cancer,
As cruel as death that awaits everyone.

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Trace

Timorously I move alongside
Rendering me anxious and edgy
At Last I have found her
Casually I hugged the body I loved most
Ending weeks of intense tracking.

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If I Wish Harder

Dreaming of a butterfly
Experiencing flight
Flying from flower to flower
Greeting the hot sun
 
Wishing I was a caterpillar still

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In a Poor State

In harmless joy spent
Her eyes showed no fright
She became discontent
Her heart felt the sadness bite.

From the start she was of ill health
In life she struggled without wealth.

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State of Mind

Coma
Death in disguise
Nothing will be achieved
A voyage of empty-handed
In void

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In a Day

A cold sun
Stamped on a blue sky
The highs winds from the north
The boat struggles
The flags in motion
Litter scattered on the roads
As the whore waits with a very short skirt.

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Birds of a Feather

I am weak,
And so they are,
I am sinful,
And so they are,
I am corrupt,
And so they are,
Together we make a lovely bunch.