Bleached Poems - Poems about Bleached

Butterflies~ scarred and stained, breathe within a glass cocoon spun with black-widow silk and smoke, waving weary wings in the midst of nothingness, c h a i n e d with bleeding petals from a garden of grief, caught in gossamer greed, that feeds insidious seeds to this chrysalis heart, weeping in seething silence, as the world cares not to heed tunes of trauma, ricocheting through flutes of patience, oblivious to...

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The toll of this harshness grinds my bones which now lie bleached in the searing sun. Painful knowledge of ecstasy no longer mine. No greater sorrow exist than the intoxicating memory of you now no more to be. The void infinite and cold, this emptiness black in its totality....

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anybody who has breathed oxygen from gracious earth has written a gilded book... our pocked and petaled stories open for all the world to read some are long some are brief the crow, the unborn ,the old man all had something important to say about being an afterthought so they said it with a quill and virgin ink with blackbird songs with silent...

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inexplicable to me why your being: beguiles, fascinates, intrigues, lures, orchestrates, radiates tantalizes this CVS patron, who dares himself to let spill forth (like sought after shim mer ing liquid (perhaps the elixir for eternal life), aware that thee might partake draughts from this supposed glowing, mirroring, pulsating, exqui site lee teasing unquestionably an at traction, and tis on account of such captivating, fascinating, mesmerizing, youthfulness finds...

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They were straight of limb as the bullets flew Made up of true blues and fair dinkums too When they landed on that bloody April day They were told to push inland to ensure the stay The fighting was fierce and brave men fell Australian, New Zealander and Turk in the hell The bravest men fought the hardest fight And went inland...

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I knew him but very little He's a father of a boy and he's homeless I knew I had to lift him off the cold and dark streets Took him in, helped him with a job Rent free and everything else was on me I encouraged him to find himself again I wanted him to get back on...

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Sound the shrieking alarm A red flag has been abruptly raised A sign of surrender dipped in the dying essence of a cracked open skull Demanding blood spilt in the form of vengeance, in the form of dominance The enemy stands as porcelain statues Perfect in stature, presentation decorated in brilliant armor with a glorious title Yet in contrast, their opponent:...

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Old granite face enjoyed job in sewer He was king of the under ground brewer Everyday he'd hide away With the hot lines he did play Then old bleached gator scared him away...

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Over the crys of seagulls gods whisper loudest over rain, and children voices heavens open, declaring 'Sorrow is a pagan mask, to scare the spirts of envy away!'. In Summer, tides rise longest, crustaceans crawl highest, only to be devoured sooner on bleached seagull sands warming, burning, leaving a decaying, vanishing shell....

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Bleached of Colour My moments of levity cause me such pain, when ever I smile blades strike at my brain. Memories flood synaptic paths, depositing debris and silt from my past I’m bleached of all colour, I’m black and white I’m bleached of all colour, I’m dead to this life Dredging up lost heart aches and pain, this flotsam...

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Desert heat cuts no quarter. Ever. Blanched white sky deceitful promises of ‘the American way’ – “Bring us your tired, your hungry, your poor . . .” We lied. They come. We build higher walls – They come. We shoot to [accidently] kill. They come. Vigilante groups patrol the border. With guns. They come. Two gallons of water...

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