Best Circulation Poems

The little mouse is scrolling
as the ocean waves are rolling
and they beckon me to come down to the sea

The screen before me glowing
while outside the...

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How the stars are placed in ordnance so perfectly in the sky,
I think of who created them and all the reasons why.

Besides the science of...

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A spiritual sickness enveloped my stagnant heart.
I searched for her in darkened obscure visions,
A futile illusory chase that led to a desert of love.
Had I...

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You are beautiful, like fire in the night,
warming me with no boundry
heating me with severity
burning me right,
encircling me with love danger delight,
rattling my manhood's ********
lapping...

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Gliding hands dancing on your spine
Playing melodies in your hair
Soft kisses delights in making discoveries
I see your soul clearly

I seize your face gently reflections shine...

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I look into the mirror
And who is that I see?
Someone I don't recognise
Is looking back at me

The lines upon the forehead
That are called ‘worry lines'
Are...

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What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle...

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~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed...

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I.

Everything is fine. Everything is. Everything. Fine.
Then her heart stops beating.
The world looks the same, right?
How long has it been since she's eaten?
Is she still...

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You do not know this,
but there are nights
I willingly fall to the ground,
knocking the wind out of myself,
staring up into infinity,
wishing someone up there
would send...

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EVERYONE KNOWS

Everybody knew that the earth was flat
There were lots of bumps so not flat as all that
Though ships seemed to sink out of sight...

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No crossed legs
No crossed arms
No crossed eyes

No closed circuits
Why?

Poor circulation
Limited creation
From crossed parts
Let there be resignation...

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"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we...

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Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you...

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The Amistad Mutiny

Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains...

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