Best Ichor Poems

They flow,
Insipid and slow,
Like infinite moments
of wistful longing.
Like clasped fingers
that disentangle 
at Bon-voyage.
Like old sand-glass
That fails to catch
irrevocable times.
They merge
Once in a while,
In a moment...

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Tenacious ichor tells entire construction
     Divulges puerile battles during idle procedure
     Relic compiling spotlight show seduction 
...

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Beyond the paint, 
I hear the lilt of a violin 
string stirring, 
lazy and languid 
creeping through 
a lowly god’s veins. 

His ichor flows and...

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Incumbent summer days 
bleed vapid ichor in recession, 
upon the arid soil 
in ceremonial concession,

to announce their ending reign
and precipitate succession 
of amber days of...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo...

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The long drought’s dust daughters
lie writhing upon arid soil,
a scorching bed;
my tongue is heavy in my mouth
parched, longing for moisture;
my skin dry.

Dark clouds rise
along the...

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Lying in an augur's aviary..
Reneging on my virtues,so credulous..
The feying fay being taken to 
bury,
I see things called ambigous.


Slowly fading odour of scantity..
In Attica, end...

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Breeders' Cannon Ball plays for days and decades even onto eras
Feeders on the bottom plus top down voodoo economics, no trickle
De-weeders? Why? Lawns are hype...

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O writer! Your quill quivers in its mark!
As a light shines in the gathering dark
While people struggle towards some vision
To attest them truths is your...

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These woods so lovely dark and deep,
Pray the lord my soul to keep,
Forgotten promises did not.
Ice castles of regret bleed
Rimed ichor from Pluto's cold pot.

The...

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When April with its bright showers shooting 
The drought of March has pierced to its rooting 
And bathed each  vein in  its refreshing...

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I was content to shut the blinds
on the nightingale,
to watch the hollow condo rise up
like a neon blue dragon blossom
to take remote control 
of my...

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“RUN THROUGH THE FIELD”


you must return after
death to survive another.
you will be placed on 
the dart board and 
they will shoot you with
everything that makes...

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Fall

Trees wounded by color's brilliant army--
sadly I view nature bleed
ichor, orange and red.

Beneath my feet, earth shivers and cries out,
do not succumb, loved Summer;
she sighs...

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It is the only thing alive for miles;
A wilted tree, with branches branched around
For hollow life—a crooked form—with piles
Of dying leaves, despite the rain around.
A...

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