Cadmium Poems - Poems about Cadmium

...There’s a hell of a lot going on inside my mind I wish I could tell you everything The way you always used to listen. I wish I could run to you and share all of it From my tiniest wins to my b......

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...Shivering sullen, silent all the time. Suffering, wisdom, alone and sublime. Where, O my oracle, shall I begin? Blanch, light of Sin, nickel, cadmium, tin. Hollow are hearts in the hill-towns, an......

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...october brushed by in the midst of an october sunrise bearing splashes of colors beyond description like a thick acrylic paint mixture crimson with cadmium yellow thrown…scattered ......

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... A tsunami of black ash blankets half a world Trash toadstool hoodoos, wastelandic pillage and pollutant mucus ravishes lava villages Draining is the amalgam mass at the end of the spectrum......

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... Cadmium yellow the terrestrial versions on palette for air painters ......

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...My eyes are half closed for I fear to see what worry and anxiety have made of me. All day I have been twisted out of shape, wincing at my disheveled appearance. Life has taken a toll with its int......

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... “Possessed” The scarlet of her heart opens where she blooms deepest from the cuts of Past’s insanity her windows full green undressed him......

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...In flaxen flight, you soar to amber clouds like icarus, cadmium wings touch the helios and steal its golden glow.......

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...Sit unflinching in a slumbered pose each exhaled breath like a moor's mist, a rhythmic pulse like a metronome on the thin temples throb like a snare drum's distant beat but closer...much close......

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... "Purgatory is a Poem" Words are the pieces in a game we play shadow and light hidden from day poets are nocturnal in nature, stasis, keen......

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...Take me to the tombstone let me touch the gray stone that stands where life could not I will put my face to that touchstone of deaf thunder, What happened to your breath baby brother, what hap......

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...The lights lower. The invisible conductor raises his magic wand. Sounds swell. All musicians in the cicada orchestra play the tymbal. Bats dance to the firefly light show against a backdrop......

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...CONTAMINATED Contaminated Don’t understand it Fell in sewer, can’t stand it; Live and dead rats raccoons; Walkin, floatin Dirty, polluted waters Manure other unspeakable sou......

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... oh ... Gustav, how you pique the senses captured passion's plural tenses lovers twined in percale folds caught supine with spattered golds porcelain dolls in feta......

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... When my hair was tied in two tails I frolicked about the warped trunk of a willow As the cicadas serenaded in the summer’s heat The tree held me in its low arms I watched nature pulse......

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