Clang Poems - Poems about Clang

... Attorney Sara, There are nights when the hush of the world is so deep I can hear the stars murmur to one another, and I think of you. You are all I have—not in some desperate cry, but in a sac......

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... The canvas taut, a square of shadowed space, Where sweat and fury leave their brutal trace. Two figures poised beneath the glaring light, A primal dance, a battle in the night. The bell's sha......

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... "Her Mind is a Carnival of Picasso Harlequins" Walking through the poetic frames of featureless ghosts her fingers play like harps their ectoplasmic cages strange symbo......

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...I think, there are ghosts. They stay quiet, the ghosts do. Mostly quiet and invisible. You would hardly know there is one there in the room with you. They are there though. Watching, haunting really......

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...Oh, not again, the voices sigh, The star-spangled banner hangs heavy in the sky. The 47th dawns, his name the same, Is this a new chapter, or a replay of blame? What will he do? The whispers co......

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... I drop into a Dresden dreamworld salvation came and fear fluttered away peace and harmony evoke heaven as a stock still image before my eyes within this sleep I must steady my view foster a ......

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...Nights of flying dream world, who might chase a raucous laugh, or seek indeed mirthful excitement, the sort that has embroidered twists, as is generally perceived by intention, but epic hurdle......

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...In the soft glow of December’s muted light, you gather around the table, memories swirling, not as bright as they once shimmered in your youth, but still, they echo—a chorus of laughter fading. Y......

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... Lithesome steps lead me to an ancient temple Perched across a bay, weeds and hyacinths curl between my feet, Where mist refills bowl of cotton clouds As rustling breeze ascends on skyl......

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...I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No ......

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...For now, his feet stumbled, Clang! The gun fell out of his hands, He sat with a thud beside the brick wall, Waiting for the imminent relief, As he looked to the stars, The pain see......

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...Like Root Beer Diamonds smokestack lightning on the pomona freeway plays their twangy sound brimming with desire tan mexican cheerleader rides in a ’46 chevy passing neon hamburger stands in wa......

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...In the ancient Empire of the Chrysanthemum Throne, horsemen riders from the southern regions, their steel swords close to their sides, clang heavily to their waist as they ride hard to the capital. B......

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... In the kitchen, pots clatter and pans clang, The blender whirs as the kettle hisses and sings, A spoon clinks in a mug, stirring tea, While toast pops up with a little ding! The cat purrs on ......

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...the striker in me, your ghost— the woodsy holding patterns, the distance of us between chimes......

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