Best Moulding Poems

Molding The Children of  Time…

An igneous, metamorphic warmth 
Singed my being leaving
My sable body in a convulsive state.

What touch was this that I had
Never known and will never
Know again?

Shall I forever be a transient 
Traveling this silicon path of time?
Will the turbulent tides of...

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Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat

                    A collar for colour and leash for pastiche

With a tale in his tail as he...

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In English I would say
I've  lost it once again ,
In poetry le' me say,
Bricks and stones 
Break my bones 
But words have destroyed
What can never be restored .
I swear.. I never thought this 
concrete wall of confidence 
I have created against every
negative word would...

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