Short Poem Collection 1

The Fisherman

The fisherman sits patient at the dock,

his hook thrown in at the seaside rock,

he waits and waits for the line to bite,

and he waits a bit more but that’s alright!

For he solemnly stares in his makeshift seat

and won’t give up till he has a bite to eat

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Coal

Coal times two

Just me and you

Scared to fight

Soon be bright

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Nights Close

Her voice rings clear with truths severe

Upon the crown with thorns of brown

To proudly drown in thoughts of fear

For I still bring forth her frown ‘n tear

As words find blurbs of saddened thought

Distraught by conflicts I have sought

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Reading

She sits in her chair

Bare foot, twirling hair.

She thinks on her book

And I steal a look.

She laughs at a joke

And my heart is broke,

As I love her deep

From morning to sleep.

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Platonic

“She is just a friend,

We laugh and joke and hang out;”

I hope she fucks me