My Greed

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    My Greed

     We like to see what we all jump into.

                    Thoughts that reign over our moods

    That are breaching the outer cycles of my heart

                    Only to have bad dreams run free

                                  With all hopes dying and to be stuck in midstream

    Prying on wishfull needs for us both

                                  and our hearts beat has a skip of an evil need

                 Binding a neverending love

                                  For the ultimate me I have forseen

    You can step up and see

                                  my greed for your love

                                                               Is very much in need.



                                                    THE END

                                                                 By Ronald Kline(Aug. 24, 2010)

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    nonners commented on My Greed

    10-13-2010

    i really liked this short yet powerful. i loved it. bravo!!!!
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    ESSENCEOFLOVE commented on My Greed

    09-28-2010

    I love the feel of this poem. Starting out I thought you were talking about money but as I read on I realized it waslove. Loved the play on words.
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    Rhymer commented on My Greed

    09-28-2010

    I especially liked the last line. My greed for your love is very much in need.
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    ImStillHere commented on My Greed

    09-26-2010

    i really like the whole stucture of this... :) ~Audrey
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    cheezchic commented on My Greed

    09-25-2010

    Passionate I can relate...I enjoy poetry written from the heart that loves...
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    ShockForce101

    09/26/2010

    Thank you for your comment!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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