Blotched Poems - Poems about Blotched

...Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives, The mighty, majestic monarch of the day. Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow. In......

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...Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog, time stood still as if in a freeze-framed mental log; roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun, tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon. ......

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...It’s almost laughable how often I’m found rotting inside myself. Knees curled to my chest, lungs expanding and hesitating. Sobs racking my body in violent tremors. Silent. Exhaling jagged bre......

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...Lost and floundering in an unwholesome fog, time stood as if in freeze-framed mental log; roiling clouds swirled and hovered beneath the sun, Tangerine streaks sketched on the horizon. Amaz......

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...I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say. Words of p......

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...Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives, The mighty, majestic monarch of the day. Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes, Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched br......

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...Somewhere in Russia there’s a pond Blotched with the duckweed spots It seems a middle of beyond Although it might be not A frog was sitting on a leaf And then it jumped away Perhaps it sensed......

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...The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here. —Sylvia Plath (Tulips) Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs. —Thomas M......

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...Mysteries of bliss, Why does joy's cool shiver heal? Whitney's breathless song Whispers down my back, Zipping along my spine's track Mysteries of Bliss. Emotions ablaze, Clutching my chest, my......

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...It was a dark hole into an Aladdin's cave of old tools. A small window gave the only light and fell on a rough sawn bench wearing scars inflicted by years of use. Saw cuts, drill holes and the......

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...Behind the slightly misted pane, I sit alone: outside a bared and boney limb of sycamore is splayed with branches split their flimsy leaves like floppy goldfish swim. As autumn's copper shards ......

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...Abandoned plans, Deserted desires, Unreached goals, Unfound ways, Gloomy days, Blotched painting, Ambivalent waiting, Uncovered holes, My feet are held in these, The image is recalcitrant......

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...It was dark... I was on board A running mind off the long board A sleeping mind across the board A winning mind over a long sword... I saw children around me Abducted, crying before me Cri......

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...A briefly wrung-out sky is blotched with clammy clouds. A humid air clings to my chest. Damp squirrels hang limply from dripping branches. Desultory birdsong mops but not much. I yearn for......

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...Ocher and quince wads pack gaps in particleboard walls. Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum. The apartment is smeared by nicotine When it rains, a paper-Mache atlas of a blotched sky can be read......

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