Best Peripheral Poems

She held onto Saturday, with hands calloused and nails bitten

down

to the quick...her eyes saw sunlight and denied it's presence while she rocked, back and
forth, back...

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You gave me wings 
    to experience the 
         freedom of flight 
 ...

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Inside such dreams of never lasting days
We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray

On that December night, to our cottage on the hill
Where on many...

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As I watched her dance in the firelight,
hypnotised by her every move that night.

The intensity of the flames seemed to
illuminate her expressions from her lips
to...

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Green…you always reflected in my peripheral
And kept watch as I tried to color my world
But there I lay in my blacks and my blues,
lifeless and...

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"Colours in a Cloud Speak" 

The colours 
of a world 
speak 

no one 
has time 
to listen

The spectrums 
speak like
music, lucid

like clouds
that pulse ultraviolet
in front...

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Eyes furtive carry the reflected sheen of aluminium paint that is smooth a chrome flood
On the tin roof of the woodshed seen, with moonlight awash,...

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Petite she may be, but her words say otherwise
Extremely intelligent, simply read through her writes
Themes of mix, appropriates my eyes
Inner thoughts of her peripheral, leaves...

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Life, as a pseudonym,
Drags its shadow's shadow, which snarls
Itself around traffic cones and
Streetlamps, tearing at its skin
With deliberate intimacy
To alarm light witnessed
Only through strained peripheral...

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The clearest blue became mottled with age,
and I only recently began to notice.
Time-soaked eyes, foggy mirror to my own,
reflecting a frail wire, just out of...

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sometimes I need to be
very in your face
make myself heard
let out that roar
and drama it up a score
the need for more
at the core

more intensity
vivacity
high voltage...

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The pre-dawn stillness was temporarily broken by the sound of crunching gravel as boots meet rock like an orchestra of timpani drums,  beating in...

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Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head
So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread

We now view through our eyes, our...

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...to Juvie

With airy tread your footfall makes no sound,
as crackl’d leaves bestrew the frozen ground.
The lightness of your voice floats on the breeze,
its delicacies set...

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Being lost seems to be my only option these days
Confusion appears to outweigh common sense in my life
My ability to reveal truth from lies has...

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