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\"Showing Off\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Am I attractive to you? Did an old joke bring you back from the brink You know that when I say something funny And you laugh your head off That ..
�Lights Over Thetford�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Tired, returning home The sunlight is long and low Indicating that night is waiting around every bend ahead And the only place I really want to b..
�The Dove�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
You may not believe in peace and love But it’s all that I wear, it’s all that I’ve got… Bright before my eyes, pumping ..
\"Fingers Crossed\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
12:30 at the end of the day, I’m tired but there are no clouds for a change So I look through the telescope and I can see the craters of the ..
�Quick, The Dock Leaves!�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Pen inked hands full of reminders and signals Remember that there are no signposts deep in the jungle The little nicks on each and every finger th..
\"Bank\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Sit by the riverside All film scene and wide Drawing a love heart in the dust The stick broke before I could finish it So I just have to tell yo..
\"Front Of House\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
There’s a party happening right now on the other side of the city There’s people chatting and clapping, stupid dancing and whispers of ..
\"Broken\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
When the lights burn bright at the height of your fires And below seems so far away Please remember that I may still be down there somewhere- Los..
\"In The Other Room\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
I’m sending this out into space To ask whoever that you are now safe I’m reaching the skies with my choice words To whisper to you in..
\"The Meaning Of Life\"
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The batteries were low when the speed was needed Just when a life ran towards the unknown with no brakes My well thought out kind words and stretc..
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