Collapses Poems - Poems about Collapses

...they painted her backwards, a body half-forgotten by gravity, half-claimed by the red. not blood, but the color of memory when it refuses to fade. her hands— not reaching, but remembering wh......

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...A dark cloud forms as tears fill her eyes, spilling into a stream that runs down her face. She bites her lip to quiet the echoes of her cries. A lump forms in her throat, pulsing with the ache sent s......

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... Our towering talisman…glowering totem…manic volcanic Viking King.. The flowering genesis of a powering nemesis… Herculean but Sisyphean struggles showering.. The penury of injury…intrigue ......

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...Nine, five, one, three— Is that truly all that remains of you? What fragments of me linger in your mind? If only you would take a moment to slow down And gaze upon the world that unfolds ......

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... they told me it had to rhyme it had to mean something— something big— like death, or love, or the smell of gasoline in a motel parking lot. so I just sat there with a busted lighter and a......

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...I hate my neighbour and want to kill them. I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts. I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolitio......

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...Concrete dust drifts like sand across a coastal path. An old woman battered with facial features that hung on her face, Disconnected and hanging. She leans forward in her blumonge, waterproof, u......

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...I had slept in peace but woke to echoes of gunfire the kind that doesn’t come from enemies but from brothers turned into rivals. It spills like crude oil in rivers like wildfire tearing throug......

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... Unmet expectations strike hard, hurting where they languish long. Unkept promises are blows earned, hitting where they find no resistance. Unkind words are slashes harsh, ripping through the......

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...I write my illusions, not out of cowardice, but from that stubborn mercy I owe to my own spirit that withers under the weight of time, reality, with its arithmetic of pale bones, rarely adds up to ......

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... I’ll write of roses never touched that fade in wilt, then praise their hue, and though their rot perfumes my metaphors, I’ll never stoop to caress their blooms, and as rivers choke on o......

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... Flames swallow oxygen, duplicitous in their deeds, circumventing steel barriers— steel barriers doubling over. Ashen soot cakes the walls; walls crumble, interlacing with soot. Pyres of......

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... Maybe devils are people we call lovers — the ones who are our weakness, our mistakes, the ones we lie for, the ones we would kill for. I have done the most foolish things for love — a lit......

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...the event horizon collapses pure intent reshapes life’s lucid dream spontaneity free from desire manifests as a divine bliss stream soul is a diamond free from blemish pulse dual and single ar......

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...Antiquated pipeline geysers ravage starry nebulae, blast ash. The hurricane bankrupts reed origami masts. It splits overripe pomegranates. Wild animal guitar buzzes, echoing through shattered valleys......

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