Anaemic Poems - Poems about Anaemic

...Continuous cathartic resonance of black bashful veil, imposing the darkest recess and its tangled tantrums amassed, phases exist without problematic manifest intrusion illusory but for a while, th......

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...Shivering shimmers of scars passed out of my scarlet, scarred past. My ginger demons engulfed the fermented pain as I watched my regal orchid—the fussiest, sacred damsel who jitterbugs as an exiled s......

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...after doors close after hours when scarlet neon flickers out red-light nights fill voids of need my body is a ripped flower my throat tingles to the burn of vodka-fire gleaning the ......

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... Yesterday, when there was clarity, I arose resembling the flames of sunrise. Like an articulate artist, entranced in nature, I painted fluorescent hues upon her butterfly wings. Togethe......

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...The urge to travel, to spread your wings and fly away, never rooted to one spot. never spotted on a route. signpost now defunct, map a feeble pointer, direction only by one’s nose. Intuition ......

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...Indefinable Love... Duty without love makes us hard and dictatorial. With Love, we are softer, have a clearer, wider understanding. And: Accountable for what we do and who we are. Education wi......

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...A weak winter sun, anaemic and wan, devoid of all warmth, listlessly shone on fields fresh frosted with nighttime’s hoar, masking all traces of animal’s spore. The crunch of farmer’s boot on ......

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...No blood would ooze out if cut by blade No flesh below to sink, nothing inside shakes Bare bones protruding here and there like spikes Vacant look in the eyes Yet the body breathes and survives; ......

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...I am not taking about an apocalypse I am not talking about humanity’s ultimate collapse I am not talking about shores battling oceans This is not about earthquakes inhaling hurricanes This is a......

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...Two Minutes to Midnight What are your intentions Sir, its important that I know? The World is close to Midnight, only two minutes to go. Remember empty promises to keep us safe and free, Words ......

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...The bullish sun sat on your avant-garde tree Growing on the baroque poems of your dancing knee The dilettante attributed it to the icy ennui As elan had been in a holiday spree I was ver......

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... "Alienation" Burning through the atmosphere a diamond hugs herculean, demanding, meteoric, fast like a sharp spear aimed at Zion in the obsidian night sky deep, so vast,......

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...What is the douse of men? That drives clutched Formidable and incredible From skull bird To the modern stone shack’s lament. The knot of history unravels; Breathed through eyes, Sighted throug......

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...COLD BLOODED Summer grows old cold-blooded tree’s scant leafless twigs bend and break creek and whither Anaemic the suns pathetic rise and fall so soon the rainplunge of icede......

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...RUBBISHITROCKS rubbish bins rot their stenchsimmers in dark lanes the gluttony of pots slopslaughters of remains rodents hiding behind verminrocks stonethrowers feeble weedywa......

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