Discoloured Poems - Poems about Discoloured

... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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... cyan blues indigo into nighttime darkness scorches the soul to the core hellfire’s charcoal embers dissipate lightness of being achromatic void engulfs a self-fulfilling promise rose petal......

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...Autism is always a hard pill to swallow, Like planting a bullet on the skull Drifted from life's wonders As if I've slipped away. Stigmatized like a cockroach And knocked back from footy. Wit......

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...In midnight gazes call me sullen upon my cheek Rousing replies risen bound by chains Lest mercy be tallowed by all frays Lest my cheek rise by an untimely hour Rid my face of discoloured honour......

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... "I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..."   E.E. Cummings Amber hues kissed twilight's platinum pigments that night, beckoning ivory pearls to weave patter......

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...Delicate fingers gripped the slender neck firmly- after soft, full lips caressed cold, wet flesh desperately- whilst deep breaths were taken forcefully; yet suffocated moans and screams pierced di......

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...I was cursed with ink intoxicating blank canvases with toxic scribbles, releasing twisted tales of suppressed troubles. I was a forsaken ebony rose in satan's grasp, kneeling on ungod......

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...When nylon nights trade crystal colours in the stalls of nimble butterfly wings, I blossom as an irenic origami fervently fabricated with snowflakes of greedy gloom, stealing royal v......

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...I always weep for you in the hush of eventide hills. In their mystical muteness I can hear your heartbeats. As tears indulge in indigo dusky deepening horizons, I put my hope in the last morning s......

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...I am a paling star to be washed out In the dazzling brightness of the arriving dawn A calendar that ran out of time A broken guitar with strings loose I will soon exit out of life Like......

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...We, the generation of grand pictures, walk through life, bearing unfaithful filters. Sins, comprehended through biblical scriptures, fear escapes the team of timid tilters. We, the ge......

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...In May two thousand and seven I was on a beach on the sand When it was time to leave I noticed, I was missing my gold band I started digging the sand frantically, my wife she helped too We we......

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... It was like the sun did not rise and mourning birds sang no morning melody. The heavens were so grey, pouring like Noah's floods, preparing me for the storm, which drowned my heart. I f......

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...THE CAGED BIRDS When the twilight falls with light of clumsy fish in a shallow stream rain flows with raging winds *YOUNG POET* Living oppressed like an aged cloth hang under the spicy sun ......

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...on my six the village faded in my past when at last i walked through the gate for the final time neither of us remained the same as we were in the days of my coming of age back then the col......

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