Best Hiss Poems

(1A.)
Doomed To Feel That Bite And Hear Serpent's Wicked Hiss

Beyond mingling of Light, Matter, Human thought
reams of coils within darkest abyss are there caught
denied rays...

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Yesterday,

I went home for lunch,

I never go home for lunch.

When I got to our apartment 
I don't know why but I didn't reach for my key. 

Francine...

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A body abandoned 
needs to mourns its last breath in death
a heart cast aside 
still aches to meet its last beat

and a free spirit yearns...

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Lovely golden red-tinged leaves seem lost in conversation,
Eloquently rustling as they flutter to the ground.
Autumn’s breeze is whispering to them a revelation.
Vanquished they are soon...

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Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's...

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lately, i have been in this female mood
for some kind of abandon, that
which exhales the tigress fire
out of my lungs digging the veins
from a week's'...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the...

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In nineteen forty four on the third of September
Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember
It was the date of the last train...

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My Beloved,
   Can you read me between the lines and verses,
   Can you feel my tender scarlet heart throbbing,
  ...

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In a room that once commanded great respect,
stage lights began to hiss with heated anticipation.
There were sounds of alcohol infused rumblings
and laughter rolling through the...

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Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where...

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She rides the air on moonlit beams
 and softly whispers in my dreams.
An angel born of righteous light,
 who traded heaven for the dark of...

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I was a learned meteorologist, studying azure atmosphere and vivid weather,
To give a prophetic daily forecast, like bees gliding remote locales of heather.

Often I had...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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