Best Shrivels Poems

My heart shrivels dry, blackened rose in bitter anguish, ...
 Do you feel my pain? 
   Why must the flame of day dwindle dim? 
    O' fortune, like the moon, changeable, waxing and waning
      ...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet, 
but you're nothing more than a...

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The grove within the forest leads to a river,
Where sings the frogs, dragonflies, and birds
And there they die away, quietly, welcomed by their young
Decomposing in the ground, their smells lost within others

The lily, drenched in dew, dries slowly in the sun
Near the water, soft, sweet-scented,...

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I heard taunting echoes and scurrilous snarls.
It was my conscience, and I listened as it spoke
in accusations, contemptible remarks aimed at me.
Shameful words delivered to break my fallen spirit.
In mocking voice of Shakespeare's Hamlet, I heard,

"Fatuous one, why does your writing hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling...

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Looking into the crystal mirror
The girl sees a hollow form in front of her
She is beautiful, with nothing out of place
But is filled with nothing

Eyes of glass blink in union
They are lifeless
Filled with no emotion
Looking at each other they gasp in shock
Suddenly their eyes crack
Splinters...

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"...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text of The Golden Flower that first put me in the direction of the right track." C. G. Jung

"The Golden Flower...

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A firestorm of fleeing grace,
A holy aria from its base,
Its mem'ry will not be erased
From you.

The shifting shards of fate and chance,
The phosphorescent great expanse,
It all together seems to dance
For you.

A dream that stood a hundred years,
That, when it died appeared in tears,
And exiled all...

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I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.

"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet, 
but you're nothing more than a joke."

Guilt,...

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a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots 20 feet away
shoes made of cast metal
footprints ever so present
in night fall
imprints of bomb shells in mud fields

a phantom roams
plains...

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The sea beckons.
The air is heavy with heat,
the sun fries the streets
shrivels up trees
and I feel parched.
Tired I trudge towards the waterfront.
 
Still the sea beckons.
Sweat runs down my face,
wets my unshaved face,
dampens my collar,
as I plod towards
the pebble lined sea shore.
The small waves glimmer,
winking...

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until every blade of grass shrivels into eternal sand; 
until blue waters hollow dry and hippos disappear;
until moon-gloss turns sky-gone, the sun already vanished, 
replaced by the heat of risen souls.

By force alone will I let go my corporal life;
by force alone venture toward questions...

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The Circle --- A Painting By Frida Kahlo

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Caught between one life and another
my pain lengthens like a shadow of the moon
I am crumbling into fragments
like a fragile leaf, played with by the wind

O' dark angel of the night
You've slashed your talons across my life
You have...

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Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.

The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story 
of my presence.

Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a...

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She flickers in the borderland
 In the mirror and the marsh
 Sparkling like the morning dew
 On a grateful corpse

 In the bog her murmuring
 The echo of a cry
 Travels on the plaintive wind
 Like a phantom sigh

 The merest of a semblance
 Shadowed...

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The lone starfish writhes,
Forgotten by the vast sea-
It shrivels like skin....

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