Day

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The Day

The Day

The day will soon come when I am no longer young

When my decisions will affect me, reflect me....

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afternoon drink

afternoon drink

broken wristwatch

someone stopping outside

the window gapes in...

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Anytime Of Day

Anytime of day, you can come over
Except if your rejection is bolder
Anytime of day, you can...

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"Because of you"....

"It's because of you"...that I'm free, that color I don't see, that I have the will to be want I want to be...

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Resolved

The sun breaks through the dusty clouds,

Pushing dawn aside,

It is the beginning,

...

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My Day Haiku Form 575

My Day Haiku Form 575
by Poet Ron

Morning

red dawn morning cold = 5
hot...

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The Fall

The Fall

At one time she was frightened by it. The sudden drop from such a great height. Soon, she merely hesitated...

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Poetic Dreaming

Poetic Dreaming

Poetic Dreaming

Surrounded by my henchmen

Cloudy coffee and a cigarette

Burned...

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THE DAY

THE DAY

OF COURSE IT IS AHEAD OF US

ALWAYS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE

PLAN IT TO OUR...

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THE DAY

THE DAY

OF COURSE IT IS AHEAD OF US

ALWAYS WAS AND ALWAYS WILL BE

PLAN IT TO OUR...

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"A Day Of Conversation...

“A Day Of Conversation”

In A Instance Past

A Touch At Life

For An Unreachable Grasp...

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JUST ANOTHER ORDINARY DAY...

JUST ANOTHER ORDINARY DAY IN MY HEART

JUST ANOTHER ORDINARY DAY IN MY HEART.

A DAY NOT SET APART IT IS ONLY MONDAY NOT MY FUN DAY....

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The Silent Phone

She holds your slim metallic body

Fast

In her snow white hands,

Hoping as the sun...

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The Darkest Day

 The Darkest Day

On the darkest day of my life,
I let go of all my sorrow and all of my strife.
Forward I'll...

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JUDGEMENT DAY

Armies of the golden light seek predators of prey evil ones that cannot run come the judgement day ....

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The Dichotomy of the Bed

It's funny how you can both love and hate something.
My treasured enemy is the bed.
...

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days

the sun sets its cycle.,a misguides perception,
There is no true edge,
For is there really a...