Best Cinnamon Bark Poems

Olive’s Cinnamon Bark

It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin

Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the...

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The wind is crisp when clouds cover the 
sun, what passes for warm when clouds 
disappear.

Great oak trees, maple and elm, in full
bare-branched display, before...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to...

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...is the one which speaks to me at the time

               written...

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Embrace The Lines

Vitality marks gently stretch your soft skin beyond the wildest dreams of
beauty unbound where children had once or thrice embraced your womb
the soothing...

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Every year someone is always expressing
that Christmas is imperialist, and oppressing
people not of the Christian faith,
That it’s unfairly taken Soltice’s place,
that the historical Jesus was...

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Letter to a novice poet:

(What modern poetry is for me)

Welcome to the family of budding poets, who pen passion and
meaning or anything life holds for...

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Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his...

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Island of fantasy

No swim wear on Bikini Island after all those testing years
waiting for the hidden radiance to…stop this is reality
I need to escape from...

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Universal Dialogue

Tears from fears to cheers
‘you are the moonlight
and cinnamon bark
incense and citrus peel 
in your intimate places.’

(Tai)

‘I am simply a reflection
of your sun in...

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From cinnamon bark
fresh amber of ocean’s scent
conveys musk’s resin
Your coast perfuses my shore
A gem wet and wild again


       ...

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foisted upon her was the merry go round crystal chandelier

it stuck in her beautiful mind like a beacon of flaming desire

of clouds fried by a...

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out of the blue you arrived

not just the usual winter blues

more like permafrost with icicles

piercing all colour out of me

until everything was black


the dogs on...

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... she had nothing much to give as she searched her pockets for gratitude, selfless gifts had made her journey so much easier than she...

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moist cinnamon bark

infused fragrance levitates -

monsoon descends time


rice fields lie flooded

draft windswept change into roots -

rise to the challenge


tea leaves take shelter

swell burgeoning impatience -

cusp...

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