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�Everyday�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Hurry or you’re gonna be late and miss your train I’ve put extra milk in your tea so that you can gulp it straight down Eat your toast a..
�Honest�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The back of my neck is in pain The pain from all the silent words that I will never say Tongue movements that will never be released Worlds that I ..
�Tuesday, Clapham Picturehouse�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Local adverts, public safety warnings, too many phone numbers to remember My mind wanders off into itself again All of a sudden I could smell him I..
�Gypsy Hill�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
We slip through time at an alarming rate, such flashing pace And if you are unlucky then you may get to do it all over again If we had a second chan..
�Drinking In The Afternoon�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
The blow to your nose from another unexpected late night phone call You knew by the tone of the ring that it wasn’t going to bring good news wi..
�Heart Shaped Pill�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
We are all trying to survive our days and nights You can move from one side of the country to the other But you still have to live with yourself eve..
�Lucky�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Your gentle voice is the sound of my little heart speaking Your vocal chords are the walls of my insides exploding… So I don’t even min..
�A New Broom Sweeps Clean�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Travelled across Norfolk deep in February weather The roads appear dark blue covered with black ice Surrounded by frozen fields and frosty skies Th..
�Blow The Whole World Apart�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
My arms vine, entwine to comfort and protect Because you are my everything: The waiting ink in my pen, The dancing thoughts on my mind, The pump..
�Welcome To The Human Race�
A Poem by
Steven Pottle
Hello Earth, These are trees and they are green and help us to breath So we chop them down to make way for concrete for you to puke up onto…..
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