Tagged: new poetry

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What Do I Look Like to You?

Best Life Poems   What did that mean just now? That glance, that alluring searching gaze Focused on me Or simply on some distant spot in the cosmos conveniently located in my eyes? Am...

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Gothicarus: Part II – The Summoning

Serial Poem “Come and slip the rigid structures; Leave social mores far behind. For a moment, for an hour, For this desire, come be mine. Let your heart throb deep within you, Allow your...

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Known and Unknown Birds

I’d describe falling in love with you as though you’ve heard about Birds called Morning Doves your whole life Only to learn they’re truly known as Mourning Doves A secret poignancy and beauty and...

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Gothicarus: Part I – Unearthed

Serial Poem Low and close and heavy, The sound that caused her eyelids to part. The blackness oppressed her, She gasped; the jolt of air woke her heart. Its pounding joined the sound, Rendering...

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Allons!

Spiritual Poem “How long will you linger? How much time will you commit? When reasoning is over, When rationality says, ‘quit’.” I query to the mirror, My reply in a wry squint, “Could you...

existential poem 0

Electric Sparks

Poem   Slowly waking, one by one, A hive of glowing fireflies: I watch them burning to life Wondering what dreams they’re dreaming What each one is thinking Alone in his glowing cell; Bright...

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High Rises

Poem   High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...

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Dreaming

Poem   I do, N Do I, Dream… But there’s this Unlikable blocker Called by some, “The other” women. Then there’s what Some call a wife. But we all find a way To bring...

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Shadow In The Night

Poem The night is calm, my heart is warm, beneath the trees a shadow lingers. But not the shadow of the past, nor the dread of many fears, nor the pain of thousand tears...

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Tango

Poem And now he needs you. It’s hard for him to grasp, and even acknowledge. He knows something is happening to him; Awareness of who he has always been Suddenly rushes upon him- Unwelcome....

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Art Trips

Art Poem   Art Trips: A Series of Artistically Flustered Sentences I The paintbrush is resting in the tainted water. The red is splattered all over this white dress. Art comes from the heart,...

Originality Poem 0

I Am No Blank Slate

Poem   He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...