Category Archives: Adam’s Poetry

Free Choice 1: A Conversation Overheard

I heard them, “A lot of it is fear based,” said one to the other. “Fear based?” said one. “Fear based.” said the other. There’s a spent lottery ticket on the chair, sitting there, screaming. I look around for other … Continue reading

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Somewhere

My darling, There is a star that shines softly and constant through our night It could be living or dead–but it glows It’s elaborate, it’s light, as it shines unintruding   Entering my eyes Touching my soul Warming my heart … Continue reading

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And Now For the Honorable Mention

Dear Critics, I’m trying Dear Critics, This is hard. For all these years I thought poetry involved rhyme And it does And it’s easy Rhyme isn’t hard, I can do it in my yard On a tree, about a bee … Continue reading

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Nonsensical Utterings on an Impure Mind

  This is a statement of thought Personal, refined, transformed progressionism. Lick it. Stick it. Mail it away. Leave no return address so that it stays there. It’s not important where it went, it just matters that it’s no longer … Continue reading

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Category Five

Jack, it’s over between us “A storm is coming! A storm is coming!” It’s been like this for a while and I just can’t do it anymore “Prepare yourselves!” There’s someone else. “Lookout!” the tides broke through and flooded the … Continue reading

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How did this happen?

Years spent avoiding stares and looks A lifetime spent dedicated to never being one of them Hours spent thinking if he would ever come along Praying that he didn’t Years spent watching others break down and fall and get back … Continue reading

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Free Choice 3

You are someone whom I could love falling in love with. Someone whose breath rises and falls with the same crescendo of life that first drew me toward your hand. And when that breath recedes mine too falls, slowly awaiting … Continue reading

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Free Choice 2

I am an image of an old man with his dogs running around his feet He lives in the woods, away from “Breaking News;” He hates television, he hates the news, he loves his companions, he wants nothing else. I … Continue reading

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