Best Sediment Poems

He was airlifted to another place.
The heaths, the dales,
the high ridges,
all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.

(When you are unearthed,
roots still wriggle,
flecks of native mud
cling...

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You've seen 
what time can do 
     How 
     winds
       ...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a...

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Bittersweet 
	
Jose cuts the canes one at a time cursed by poverty's grind

What else does he want since he works on sweetness all
  ...

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The bees buzzed as they always did
and storms receded.
Silence hushed itself inside a shell.
Jackrabbits hopped away from hell
still intoxicated.

The village swarmed with threats.
Honest men could...

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tempered steelheads migrating through the
 shallows, their metallic scales lubricated 
with penzoil two stroke motor oil.

 moving over sand and rocks
 some gray, some brown,...

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Here
In this centrifuge of sanctimony
Where I sip the atrophied air of my ancestors
The shipwrecked tide of my unborn children
Angels dangle from a precipice of silence
Strained...

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Inspired by oil painting, Melancholy by Edvard Munch in 1891. Viewing the painting will help make sense of the poem.

The sediment courses with questionable energy,...

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Two Rivers

Stark naked she slowly shrivelled her exposed vacant mind

shed dry viscous tears and filled the empty river in vain

Exhausted petrified her and the stream...

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Seeing that deep rooted tree
founded in soils rich and boldly painful
Lay praise to worthy and spite to shameful
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Old souls spiral in...

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The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon, 
silhouetting a stand of trees 
and the...

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purple tulips, the color of her toddler dress.
the leafy stems, her eyes.
the baby-blond hair, mom combs into a crest,
the sea will satisfy.

blond slowly turns brunette,...

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I'm spending vacation in my little room
didn't plan it that way
but my loves decided to not work with me
must be the post Xmas blues..
so, I'm...

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The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass.
There is no need to stretch or change our way.
We know the flavors here; the only task:
ensuring it...

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Our countenance, mirroring heart vibrant
Elixirous in the bliss joy current 
Outer form, reflecting our radiance
In sync with subtle voice of our conscience 
Mindful eye, to...

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