Best Coatings Poems

Your words,
are projectiles
dripping with Arsenic
and aimed at my heart
spitting out darts and swords 
that expertly find their mark
and draw blood

Your words,
when aimed at others
are carried by Pixies
and sprinkled 
with honey and sugar coatings
that melt in their ears
and taste of confection

Your words,
cloak me in pain and...

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Is it cause youre small minded Mr jones asks the many voices who once had 
repect counting the crows pecking the and gouging out their eyes?
Is it cause you loathe what you dont understand and this revelation is something 
they need to see in themselves?
Is...

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Winter's Perfect Heat 


“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes

“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”

Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands caress...

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Winter’s Passion’d Heat 
 

“Snowflakes gather in crystalline drfitings”

Lifting your hair, kissing the nape of your neck
Warm flesh waits on tippy toe desires
Lips brush skin, lower beyond silver chain clasp
Sighs slip past moon shadow echoes

“Frost bitten warnings fuel whistling winds”

Candlelight flickers in illumined frenzy
Strong hands...

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Tireless Universe
                    by Odin Roark

Time defies denial,
Knowing well its empirical presence
Will never be of absence.

Dense as its surrounding matter,
Its aged archives remain
Forever fortressed beneath passage and...

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(Dictated in the final moments to her son)
(She speaks to her executionists in between her sentiments)  

I smashed my bare knuckles upon your painted truths
“No, no visitors.” 
Understanding the recklessness of your youth

I went to prison just so you wouldn’t go
“No, no H2O.”
You couldn’t...

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O, solemn harmony of lonesome waves
Whose power tolls the bell of dreams!
Your passioned voice of rising freedom braves
All force whose will unfolds resentful streams!

The longing for past lives—though fading—may, 
Below the burning sky, adopt a rhyme
Which wilts unseen by light or life, whose way
To weave...

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Who can save mama?
Being stripped naked
Mocked, turned and scorned
By villains, aliens beyond
Shall you? Shall I?

They came with perplexed clothings
Coatings with absconded beauty
I know we wallowed in with confusion.
Who can turn our minds back to our own clothings?
Shall you? Shall I?

You turned our minds against EBA.
Our...

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He strokes my voluptuous contour delicately
As  bold petals  crown this auburn hair, 
Enticing a heady  desire to roam
Through a woodland's  flamboyant trails:
And the artist pours  dotted hues
From  my four  seasons,
Imbuing a  rebellious womanly grit
Upon layered coatings to...

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Grace grows best in the Winter. ~ C.H. Spurgeon



Feathery whispers gently falling all around
Aimless and breathtaking wishes
Making their way to the cold, hard ground
Where a miraculous layer of flakes
Leave frosty, pallid flurries to astound
Coloring hearts and souls with compassion
Blessings that fall, continue to comedown
In coatings...

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I smile and illuminate everything that is dark around me
Before then i didn't know the pains of this world
Everything now is clear and steady
Inside me, others didn't know that i was this well spoken girl

The heavy coatings are falling off of me
One by One
I feel...

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My words are on paper and my sentences made clear. Such as the testaments for which has traveled from my heart to my pen. Though my message seems clear, my intent is still obscured by the mists of days that has come and passed. Just...

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The jelly apples of my youth
Had hard red coatings and, in truth,
Each time you bit one, you'd expect
Some dental damage you'd inflect.

Yet that exquisite crackling crunch
Which caused your jaws to clench and scrunch
Was worth a cavity or chip
Or, worse, a tooth that lost its grip.

The...

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Travelling through space with wings open wide  
the eagle takes to flight in the evening gloaming 
Tenebrosity of dark, coatings thick as matter 
clinging to the tips of His feathered rise,   
the aviator soars,
freely unencumbered by night...

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