July 25, 2022
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
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September 8, 2020
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I’m Not Really Sick
I Just Have Cabin Fever,
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May 26, 2019
by The Cheesesellers Wife
A desert enters your soul
hot sun settles deep into bones
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February 2, 2019
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
I’m Not Really Sick
I Just Have Cabin Fever,
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November 9, 2017
by thereluctantpoet
By Charles Robert Lindholm
Poetry =
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July 22, 2017
by Alanna
If I had a burrow
I would crawl into it
Make a bed of soft moss
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February 5, 2017
by Sebastian St.John Montgomery-Greystoke
I think there’s been a misunderstanding.
I like rain storms, not brain storms
Real streams, not work streams
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February 4, 2017
by Sebastian St.John Montgomery-Greystoke
The lights are buzzing, they’re really far too bright
The phones don’t stop ringing…this just isn’t right
I’m sipping cool tea from a plastic vending cup
There’s too much to do and I want to give up
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April 19, 2015
by Jem Croucher
Sometimes I can just escape
when I’m sitting on a train
Travelling to another business meeting
in the sunshine or the rain
I have my music and a playlist
and that is all I need
Watching the world rush by outside
whilst I travel on at speed
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January 8, 2015
by Jem Croucher
Following King Charlie’s footsteps
Along The Monarch’s Way
To the Ring once more again we walked
On a blustery winter’s day
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October 14, 2013
by willowdot21

Photo from Cow girl dairies
Drip, drip, drip warm wet release.
It oozes out of me
Painful frozen squeeze please.
Stop the bloody pain.
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August 5, 2013
by wordypenguin
Tonight I’ll find a wishing well
Tomorrow’s a new day
Tonight I’ll find a wishing well
Before it’s too late
I need someone to show me the way
Why do my dreams keep slipping away?
Spent a whole lifetime running away
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September 13, 2012
by Unga Bunga Girl
as a child, I would escape behind the drapes that hung on the picture window at my parent’s home
the feel of comfort in hiding
the calmness of disguise
if only I could be seen for who I am
and not the troubling child they thought me to be
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September 5, 2012
by Jen Thompson
I sit at the desk.
I am silent.
But the screams in my head, they will not stop.
Louder and louder they become.
They shout abuse,
I feel infected.
Inflicted,
Paralysed.
All ideas are wrapped up inside of me.
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