Emptying Poems - Poems about Emptying

She has gleaned the bare root of her captive. Soggy dressings fall away, dissolve on calloused feet. No point in changing these regretful bindings now. He tells her he understands, that he once loved her. She is beneath his nails, in his mouth, between his teeth. Rubber tubing snakes from his torso, head, and neck. Pushing out the slow but...

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The golden pot of gold at the end of the rainbow hands made the pot run dry It is time to put a plug in the money that flows from pockets of people take it away from eastern flow because the westerners know nothing good will come of it the pot of gold empty now colours of the rainbow faded how will we ever refill the...

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There’s a voice inside that’s killing me, slowly day by day Each line I write, each word I speak —is paid with time reclaimed (Dreamsleep: October, 2019)...

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Growing older, one observes That energy starts waning. Though it’s not what one deserves, There’s no use in complaining. Aging throws us learning curves To deal with verve that’s draining. When nothing’s left in the reserves, It’s time for some refraining....

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Jails-asylums are bleeding out because of naivety. Now the unhinged mad dogs are working out their kinks. On the neckbones of society. Nowhere is safe for your sons and daughters. Not even pine needle trails, where they seek peace. two legged copperheads behind trees and under every leaf. You've passed them before-those wild-eyed things. Firecracker souls looking for a syringe of gasoline... They're...

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For some time, I've put his last day in the back of mind. But one morning he put his ancient head in my palms... for as long as I would have let him. Though his eyes are still kitten star bright. He silently told me his time with me is coming to an end. Every now...

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What I poured out to you was me;all of me that I had sight but I have chosen blindness so that I'll be walked by you alone i have left my past behind; walk me to the future....

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Emptying the Spam Folder By Elton Camp Whenever to check mail I go There are few from folks I know To keep my computer neat The spam mail I then delete At the titles I take a peek Wrongly filed ones I seek There’s one from dearest friend Offering to share millions again Then, all kinds of weight I lose If their expensive plan I choose A...

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scatters the fragile cohesion, a spectre looms on the wrinkled face of an old tree, the bee-eaters have flown away ; annual rings on wooden panels were defying the age of smile on the mouth of bright doors petitioning to the naked beams of body; infusion of totality for antimutagens of nude spiders weaving a lethal design: the tender fall of deathless night...

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perversity behind the orbs tilts, scatters the fragile cohesion, a spectre looms on the wrinkled face of an old tree, the bee-eaters have flown away ; annual rings on wooden panels were defying the age of smile on the mouth of bright doors petitioning to the naked beams of body; infusion of totality for antimutagens of nude spiders weaving a lethal design: the tender...

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