Coiling Poems - Poems about Coiling

...Heartthrob in damsel drag Belief of human bile Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit 64th avenue And coiling deft doom Winged balls of bulging blood and spec......

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...In the labyrinth of my thoughts, an endless waltz of shadows, I step on the edges of my soul, where angels shed feathers of memories, their wings, birds of light, beating a rhythm locked in the vau......

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...Wrench the pages from my worn hands as my voice shatters Leave it aflame as the embers rise, my soul now scattered Within the bounds of sanity, I try, try to claw and scrape A restless spector of ......

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... Written April 11, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh Quote: 1/ “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ? Rumi 2/ "Many times we pick at the bitt......

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...Weary Is My Mind I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids There lies darkness......

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..."Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee" ... Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster A grinning October moon bore witness to the quickness of desires coiling ......

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... The grief I carry is so heavy None can sense the weight I feel in my chest. It is crushing me, I feel it in every breath I take, And in each step, I totteringly make. From my heart, all swee......

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...Once more, I am thinking about writing - coils are uncoiling, snakes study the intricate anatomy of legs and next steps. My audience of one must be propped up as if yet still alive, geriatric......

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...These are English translations of Spanish poems by Pablo Neruda. Religión en el Este (“Religion in the East”) by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch for Tom Merrill I realized in......

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...The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII by Pablo Neruda translation by Michael R. Burch Ascend with me, my American love! Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together! The Urubamba’s torren......

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...Among flowers of dazzling beauty, under the sky of unfulfilled and lost dreams, I see graceful webs, meticulously woven, like a dance of passion in the morning light, No proud architect can create ......

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...a single heart thick as wax pressed into the earth’s embrace it does not wither does not break only waits in silence--patient, watching its vines creep slow twisting tight coiling round t......

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...In the jungle's heart, where shadows and spirits blend, A silent hunter, a forest's friend. Stripes of amber, black and gold, The tale of power, courage and bold. Its eyes burn bright, flaming ......

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...In a world of shadows and echoes, intellect drains away like a dry river, Where words are numbers and thoughts are soulless algorithms, We lose ourselves like stars at dawn, consumed by artificial ......

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...|SEVEN MINUTES UNTIL OUR DEMISE {"Seven minutes left; the insistent buzz in my skull would never abrogate, it preserved on being continuously strenuous. My whacks on the veneer of the tiles went......

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