Best Wound Poems

DRY MASCARA

Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes
The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my...

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Mind Dance

I hear you calling me
I feel you on the wind
Playing with my hair
Grazing my cheek
With kiss’s shadow

Upon your distant shores
Perched on craggy rocks
Upon sunlit...

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We Are One


Dear Ancient Sister
I hear your distant calls finding me on a gentle breeze
You have lived in my dreams for many seasons

My voice 
Your...

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St Anthony's orphanage was founded some thirty years ago
For homeless and orphaned children, by a priest Father Angelo
Every child was made welcome; race and religion...

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Poe's darkness calls to such as I, an ember,
a velvet covered wing chair's grasp on dark nights.
I seek the maudlin moan of his December
to nurse...

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viscera wound tighter
   than the tightest rubber ball
   never mind bouncing off the walls
   guts like a pinball machine
...

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VINEYARDS of HAPPINESS          ---------------------      GARDEN of SORROW

There is no greater Happiness,-----------when-----------Pulling...

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My nights have no rhythmic shadows on the wall
Our candle flame silhouettes no longer rise and fall
Our love cooled like dying embers without a spark
Filled...

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cold-cling of Winter
wrapped in sweaters, wound in scarves —
fashion for snowmen

11/15/2018...

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This is too complex; i mean the throbbing  wound 
grating my belly on a dappled day, a day 
breathing of tender winds and violins....

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You never really knew the beauty of your soul.
Of how it is possible to be both old and young
within the same body that tells about...

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Fly so fast, cry for wind
Carry me between your wings
Me, me, tiny, olive skinned
Blood of beggars, blood of kings

Lost forever, never found
Roar your cry across...

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That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a...

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 Knotted in the Dance

Our eyes in a silent promise locked, 
the way only stranger's can.
Perhaps foretelling of lover's, unfrocked,
langoured and breathless ran. 

You, I...

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Autumn dripping leaves of weary gold
Exits quietly, fading through the trees.
Hawthorn shakes her cloak of ruby fire.
Naked to the woods and twisting breeze.
 
Winter’s breath...

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