Poems – Page 4 – A Poet’s Qualm

Unshakable

There isn’t much I can do To avoid coming to The unshakable truth; That I love you. My feet can’t run fast enough to escape the presence of your being in my mind. I can’t cover up the evidence that proves you’re divine. No being could separate your heart from mine. I couldn’t take another…
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The Midnight In-between

Trying hard to stay awake But not because I want to I want to rest But alas my mind will not do This one thing that I ask of it Please. Just go to sleep! My thoughts are fuzzy Body calm In the midnight in-between. My eyes are heavy My heart rate slowed I’m dreaming—yet…
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Longing for Her

It’s when the night slows to a crawl When all the bars are empty Save a few relentless drinkers Who’ve had a few too many. It’s when I lie down after any day When I try to clear my mind She always finds a way. My thoughts cannot ignore her Her face is in every…
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Crashing

The open air around Makes a whooshing sound I see my life play out before me Before I hit the ground. Crashing. Crashing. Crashing. If only it were a dream Then it all might seem A little better—I suppose To be crashing to the street. Crashing. Crashing. Crashing. Am I rushing towards the Earth? Is…
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A Gambler’s Tale

Flushes, faces, four-five double Three comes out, now you’re in trouble Dealer flips a six and four She pulls a queen, your heart sinks to the floor Okay, not bad, we’ll go again Another hand; another spin Sixteen for me…another queen I’ll have to work—this dealer’s mean! “Hit it please, I’ll take a five.” A two—at least…
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Take Me

Take me on the long way home. Take me through the hills. Take me to the mountain top Or take me through the fields. Take me down an old dirt road. Take me through the mud. Take me down a dead-end street; I don’t care if it’s a dud. Take me high and take me…
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Afternoon Snack!

Gather your thoughts Put them in a box Then take a few pots And put them on top Take out a fork, or a whisk, or a spoon And start up a song with a marching band tune March out the eggs And march out the steaks Then march out the milk And the leftover…
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Half of Me

A quick note: I have bipolar disorder and at the worst point of my mental state leading up to my eventual treatment I penned this poem describing the exhausting back and forth of my mind, moods, and behaviors. Since then I’ve received feedback from people with other mental health issues such as PTSD, OCD, and…
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When I Kick the Bucket

I hear words inside my head And wonder who is speaking. I close my eyes and dream at night, And wonder who is seeing. I taste when something smells so good, But I know that I’m not licking And when I die I think it strange A bucket I’ll be kicking!
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A Friend of Time

I wonder time and time again What really makes a friend a friend? It’s not religion, name, or race. It’s not the structure of their face. It’s not appearance, fat or thin I think it’s time, but how? And when? I think it’s time, and laughs, and jokes. I think it’s all the, “remember those?” See,…
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