Best Ceramic Poems

you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."~...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief"
                 ...

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The quilt upon my bed was stitched
By someone I don’t know.
My blue ceramic fish was formed,
Most likely, by a pro.

Some watercolors on my wall
Were painted...

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Sometimes when
nightfalls of summer 
feel so cold,
and everything seems dark,
I turn to the heat of 
my grandmother’s soup. 
Life can exist 
within bone China 
or...

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On the pan she cracks on the edges
Flows in her white gold love rashes;
Wet to oil, bottoms turn up in fumes
Sigh, sizzles to burns in...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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He speaks in broken English;
It's interesting to see my language this way-
Spread out like pieces of shattered ceramic,
The edge of each word tossing off glints...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic...

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Cornflakes with honey and chilled little feet
from drafty morning windows and cool tile floors
sits next to her grandfather to listen 
as he tells stories from...

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Of the dark, offered in the morning cup,
and the chill of salted caramel cream,
spooning after an impervious dream
and clink-clink spell of alarum abrupt,
comes the ceramic...

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My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist,...

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“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” Quote by Rainer Maria Rilke
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Medusa cactus
in large blue ceramic pot
blooms...

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In my living room, 
i am curled into a cedar rocker
listening to the spring rain
on my roof.
sipping on spidersilk chai,
webbing grasping onto 
the ceramic rim...

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