Documenting Poems - Poems about Documenting

... Wings cut, flesh torn, eyes burned and blind Heart so weary borne upon a life, some say, unkind. Time will come and go, knowledge gained or lost; Rivers change their flow; summers die in fros......

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...Over ink-drenched pages shadows crawled Filled with tales of the broken who dared to fall Tears thinly coated the weak and weary lines Blurring the edge of truth with pain and glory intertwined ......

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...2012 still thriving with a horrid scar it’s sad that anyone would find a st Jude scar as attractive the documenting of trauma illnesses it’s sad go fund me caring for a healthy thriving toddler bapti......

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...It was but for a moment that the world was truly mine, silence swallowing the alley of Shriver as a crow circled the gray skin in the sky. I wanted to borrow its wings; I wanted to Fly. It ......

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...Come and open the space around me and set my spirit free; come and open the space around and let me breathe some dignity; courage has a cookbook and wisdom has the recipe to make the headline for the......

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... In this world, where chaos reigns supreme, I am the voice of the people, the one who leads the dream. My heart beats with a passion that cannot be tamed, I am the fire that ignites t......

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...Moving through tightly woven groves of young, thin, oaks the air sits heavy on the skin like stepping into a sauna wet earth mingles with decaying leaves, this odor of familiarity. Trails walked......

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... I met a man who writes in color Not so sure there are many others Imagine how much fun to see Every day a history Of color Some are bright Like the sun light Some are dark ......

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...From time to time Every once in a while Now and again Though as much as I love to write Due and to because What I choose to write about Comes from and down to from my inner heart ......

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...~ Beloved Woman of God I am your journalist Scribe; A professional copyist I shall; My duties theologian, a jurist, May I verse hardcopy speaks life? What you say, you speak life too......

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...Facial Recognition Blues Physicists speculating about a cosmic hologram Anarchists debating about the next message from Uncle Sam The archaic ageing of the technology of the Telegram An innoce......

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...Seven Morning Stars In the western Carpathian piedmont Which my grandfathers left long before, The peregrine falcon flees likewise From a tableau of fresco tradition, Superstition, and tempera......

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...Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags Doggone poet laureate wannabe his index finger wags nonverbally naysaying those, who doubt mine posthumous fame and fortune, which snags eternal reno......

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...IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE Red is the flowing blood of liberation; Black is the blood that flows from arteries of those systematically murdered and denied justice by the systemic tools ......

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... "Shrouded" found in the humanity not in the divinity many pilates wash their hands of this long enough for the clouds to descend then rise fly away crimin......

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