Best Smeared Poems

Dream

My mirrored reflection silently speaks

You honor me with your vulnerability
Your scars of life
Your unhealed wounds of betrayal

Dream journals tattoo your body
Your open arms of desire...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from...

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Her trembling twilight 
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged --
locked in the arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared...

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When the 
seaside sepulchre 
of a kingdom, 
without its queen, 
is smeared with 
screams of lighting, 
I wish to crackle
these slivers 
of silver shakle, 
and...

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When the first glimpse 
of silver crescent
sprinkles citrine dust,
sparkling pink brooks 
spring forth, 
flowing through 
emerald green forests.
Moss covered Pine
trees spread their branches, 
reaching towards
the...

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"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy

I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white

Elegant, like a fine glass of...

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In the moorlands of desires, 
I've forever sung choruses of
fertile faith, amidst the flock 
of bleeding birds, sprinkling
heartbeats on lush olive herbs, 
In the dream...

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Modest woman moderate woman
Your inner beauty strikes me
Like the tongue of noble eloquence
More than gold even refined gold
Or our purged fulgent silver.

Black woman proud woman
Your...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready...

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Gray smeared sky like a quilt of rags
Winos sip rot gut from brown paper bags
Threadbare cloud crotch splits up the side
Rain pours down, you got...

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This morning I wrote a poem
about a yellow heart 
pining for red fusion,
in a desperate attempt
to shake the fruit
that never 

falls

And tonight I am alone
without...

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To chocolate I pay my respects
Some folks say its better than sex
whether milk dark or white
Ev’ry bar I must bite
or I'll get a lack of...

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Dreamscape of daffodils
Designed in acrylic 
Depicts saffron smeared faith
Dawning of balmy views
Deep pink and purple hues
Drifting through musky air
Darling, you'll find me there...

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I find myself here
following the night
       did I plunge to the depths
become reborn -
     ...

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