as thoughts rumble…
a poem a day!
an addiction
I cannot relinquish
pressed hard against
my keyboard
each stroke-- a letter to
idle keys
becomes a string
of words
they speak of life,
love,
nature
rainbows wished upon,
but never traveled
and in a tidy bundle;
my litany of memories
paged like a book,
come glary eyes
poet to poet-
we are,
of the same fine thread;
weaving our words
on allpoetry’s web
tomorrow- my friend,
I will greet you,
again
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ap and me
Please tell me what you think
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I love this. This place becomes a part of you.
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excellent expression
Your words do a very good job of telling about the addiction that most of us have to AP. I guess it could be worse....like alcohol, and many other addictions that I won't go into.
I especially like this stanza:
"and in a tidy bundle;
my litany of memories
paged like a book,
come glary eyes"
Good luck in this contest!
Jeannette
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woven within us
it so is
what a wonderful addiction
oh my and written like a born poet
wonderful to read your exceptionally lovely words
God bless you my friend...
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Haha, i liked it. It was pretty good, the way you wrote it and such. That is how most people actually feel about ap. [ME!] Good job.
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my thoughs exactly
You took the words right out of my keyboard. I think that is how most people feel about Ap. I hope you take home to gold.
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Pretty darn cool! This is great my friend /Poet. It captures the spirit of muse' alive and thriving of A.P..
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Good...
this is really good. I enjoy the shortness because I guess that I think short poems are easier to understand. Good job and the very best of luck in my contest... 5 stars <3
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