Dripped Poems - Poems about Dripped

...ECHOES PIERCE THE SILENCE* ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pinki......

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... A chair remained, still warm from unfinished prayers, but no one, no one dared to touch it. The cross on the wall did not gaze upon the world, but had pierced itself inward, as if the Lord,......

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...He tastes the salt before he knows he's shed a tear He'd always been a staggering man Since his Army days known by most simply as Big Roy Now he's a staggered man This night, curved and hunched ......

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...We went out after the storm and sat on the flat roof. A few orchids in their pots dripped in the moonlight. We watched vultures circle the floating market, while Bangkok put on its neon mask......

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...I vanished soft a stolen breath, a hush between the lips of death. But ink remembers how I taste, how slow I draw, how sweet, how chaste then twist the lace and let it slide, a metaphor with hip......

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...Poem submitted to "Those We Love Poetry Contest," Mystic Rose, sponsor ECHOES I open the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the sciss......

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...Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door be......

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...The plumber is fixing a leak; The pipe’s needing more than a tweak. So for things to improve He will have to remove Some wood panels - I’m starting to freak. Our house, built in ‘80, is old ......

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... This poem speaks for voices smothered by silence and those who returned home to find safety was another room for disbelief. They were climbing stairs—she and her brother, bags rustling with h......

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...Before your clocks, before your name/ Before dust whispered into bone/ There was light-I was flame/ Crowned in brilliance, alone/ Not fallen. Not damned. Just other/ Too bright for Heaven's frag......

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...Sex as the Controller** They heard us outside the bedroom window— Breathing, moaning, panting, grunting, and screaming In the stillness of the night, calling out the names of the Gods. Sa......

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...Jesus The blood dripped from His forehead mixed with the tears Of His sad eyes, all for me. The crown of thorns bore my evil thoughts. I put it there; He felt the pain of every sin I had commi......

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... Thick as deep summer night, lush and moon dripped Wine sipped with dark delight Banter rouses whimsey’s kite Amorous thoughts taking flight ......

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...#Xhosa_pool Today I fell into a Xhosa pool, still grappling with my recovery, my shivering mind. In there something epic hides, an enormous emotional drainage. Feel robbed off weight, side and focus......

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...This night of silence with its moonglow offers me a long-sought resolution towards serenity allowing my thoughts to wander into my past with a "visualization" to another time filled with beau......

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