Best Wormwood Poems

"The Wormwood Portfolio"



Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
tears smoked 
into the lungs
gender fluid
propheticising 
bitter water
electric brains
chipped like 
fine-boned China
downloading 
overloads 
dumps are
damp 
the fuse 
sizzles and
stops

green as absinthe
gauche ghosts
gone all grey skinned

scales of merit 
charred unweighted 
vacant and vacating
like dandelions...

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Wormwood

There is a place, 
in the middle of nowhere... now. (hushed whisper) 
It is hot and cooking,
and yet...things are green. 
Nature has taken back, 
what man destroyed. 
Maybe not the way it should be, 
but maybe it does not matter, 
or it is too late...

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Palm fronds clatter
in a Santa Ana wind
and I am bitter as quinine.
Leaves furl 
as the dead hands of summer
and I am bitter as wormwood.
The sun could burst in my anger,
leaves its flame in my ears
instead of forgotten promises.
If to give up is to hear truth
I...

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I'm falling like a star
Every time I touch your lips with mine
When you shine your radiant light
 
There once was a time, 
When I used to dream for someone
Like you 
Lifting all the Shame just with your simple embrace,
 
an immortal peace within my soul
Resisting...

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Most often we misthought,
      yet understood
The bitter truth 
      that nothing here is good
Our earthly life, 
      of reason is unbrewed
That hides the pain 
     ...

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I came back weary from the distant road,
Yet I returned singing, calling it "homeland."
Golden plains, stretching into the blue sky,
I longed for the scent of your wormwood.
Soft, dusty earth, swirling in golden clouds,
From this dust, your child weaves verse aloud.
To my eyes, it’s dearer than...

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When the whip of the wind strikes the earth’s flank,
Dark clouds rush forward, dragging low and dank.
Like a female camel  moaning for her calf,
The heavy clouds, their big nipple isn't half.

The autumn sky weeps, then suddenly smiles,
The dark clouds drip in a rhythmic style.
Washing...

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I have heard of it before, but I never knew what it was until I walk through the door, I thought it was a wood made of special ink and it cast a strange dye in the sky and it tells you when you are...

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