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Exhume Poems - Poems about Exhume


Premium Member To Exhume Buried Pain
some folks keep buried searing inner pain, or lock them within, keeping the world out, but find your way in; beat a path through the undergrowth of reluctance; it's important... to always ask questions, starting with... "how are... you"? just... ask. Source Of Our Awareness Poetry Contest Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker Date written: 01/20/2023...

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Categories: exhume, deep, emotions, encouraging, perspective,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
Premium Member When They Exhume My Poems
When I die I give the Pulitzer Board Permission To exhume my lyrics And some overweight ME Will put my verses on a slab Going thru my stanzas for tone looking for assonance and Consonance in my bones As my family waits around to see If i really was a great poet And they will probe my lines for cadence Meter and Trochee Taking notes As they...

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Categories: exhume, assonance, death, eulogy, i
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Dreaming
Dreaming of sugar spun so high I could barely touch the sky when a bird came and sat on my shoulder she said she was messenger of the gods of this realm and we (the humans) of course had forgotten to sow our souls with seeds of true harvest most notably we strew our seeds onto the hard ground of leeched existence where little...

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Categories: exhume, inspiration,
Form: Blank verse
Howard Carter's Expedition Revised Edition
I am here on an archaeological quest, to satisfy many a curious mind's request for knowledge on antiques and artifacts of Egypt's long extinct historical facts, in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly sought for in stories shrouded in mythology. With a large contingent just as curious as I, hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high, we went to the field,...

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Categories: exhume, history,
Form: I do not know?
Dont Exhume School
Swimming in mire of memory, Searching the fish of forgetfulness, Those are not the good days; Nervous eyes will get attacked, Leaving residue of a small heart, Beat the soft cheeks like egg; Hands smack the sensitive back, Infernal, Thrashed till tears, Suspense of demonic destruction, Climax of nervy showers, Bringing noises of home to job, Ruthlessly pulling off frustrations; Child became a punching bag; Explanation of sparing...

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Categories: exhume, age, angst, anti bullying,
Form: Free verse




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