Best Dehydrated Poems

Our lives are not immune to the impact of time,
nor is our mind between the tensions of love and hate.
That's why I curse this wanderlust...

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I could have cried like a bride at a funeral
Bled out, dry. I could have but I was already
dehydrated...I

i think of you

I wish someone could...

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Childhood is a ship,
preparing to set sail,
but not all harbors are kind

the ocean a mysterious enigma.

Not all inflictions are visible,
some bruises remain invisible.
Not all trauma...

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As shades of grey overwhelm white clouds,
their rain tears begin to pitter and patter,
creating a pattern upon my skin.
Like a dehydrated petal, I taste their...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I...

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Aimlessly I meander in expansive barren-landscape
Whipped by the assault of rustling windy gales
Embossing sandy designs resembling ocean waves
Simulating pools of water in mirage of seascapes.

Plateaus...

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At last, in the mute of twilight hums
I am possessed with silence shaven,
whiteness of peace touches the breath
melting the morsels of earth’s flesh
from soiled, weary...

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The fact of losing you wasn't that much devastating. You evaporated too fast like water. And so it didn't give me affright. I know you're...

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She did not have to guess.
She felt it in her bones. 
Unfaithful he always was,
Unfaithful he'll always be.
She knew where he would be.
 
Anger flared...

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Gabriela Anderson Scheiss was a long distance runner
Who ran the marathon in the Californian Summer
It was the Los Angeles Olympics in nineteen eighty four
You probably...

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The era of catatonic self-destruction has risen yet again from boulder-blocked caves,
Whose cavernous stalactite incisors drip with the blood of thorny crowns,
Worn in punitive irony...

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End of Summer

Glorious Summer was great fun while it lasted,
With sweltering sun, I turned super tan and almost toasted.
Now it’s high time to end this...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
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Poetry is spontaneous, pure, raw emotion,
don't you dare label what I say as cliche. 
This is my perspective of life in motion,
through experiences encountered day...

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as I sit in the dingy saloon. Dehydrated and week.journey so long,I hardly feel 
my feet.town name, town name, plays over in my head.the name...

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