Eyelid Poems - Poems about Eyelid

...In the mystery of the dark and vast night, the blizzards of forgetfulness cry in silver verses Under the dome of the sky carved in living stones, I stand alone like a bell of thought forgotten in se......

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...This is when the old and the young, beasts and confraternal drunks damn the consequences of death lying porous on crossroads upon bifurcated paths, fractured junctions and ceremonial cul-de-sacs......

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...Poppies burn like love under the sun that births longing, Let me ask for forgiveness, to touch your face with light, To be your sunbeam, to be a halo on your delicate brow, To caress your skin wit......

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...There is a door no one speaks of. It is not built of stone, nor carved in the timber of old houses, but hidden deep in the marrow of the world where beginnings were never written, only uttered on......

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...Snapshot! - a shutter impales, a life to clicks, betwixt inhales and exhales. Light into pixels, bloodshot in frames kidnapped for a ransom of sometimes soon. Snap! - a dry twig fractures under......

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... Written: April 30, 2025, for a contest by Brian Strand ******************* blow out a candle amorist caring a......

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...The sand swirls the seconds in a gentle ash whirlwind time blows its song upon the columns of a deaf temple the king of memories scatters his crown on dry sand the vassal of regret carries silence......

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...b a n g b a n g! I couldn't believe I just fired some shots there she laid... belly up counting the dust dead as loneliness buried in silence trouble b o l d l y stared st......

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...I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds, But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence, Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams, O......

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...Perhaps I am used to being posed, arranged, framed in a certain way. What if I told you every move every flicker of an eyelid every shift in weight is carefully orchestrate......

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... Some things are hereditary. Not necessarily from parents or grandparents, You can inherit them from elements. Look at the Earth! So shy and recluse and introvert For the last few months o......

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...I could tell from the look on his face that things were not going his way, the numbers have been overwhelming but the people have been deceiving him; some people with bad intention tells him what he......

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...Purple and blue chalk Scribbled so I will see And I think there's A Ghost Closely observing me Letting me know In his own polite cryptic way He has hands... Access to chalk... On this Fut......

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...In the relentless rhythm of time, You have transformed into a mysterious beacon, Shining in the night, Invading my heart with embassies of thoughts, Consulates of feelings and representations of ......

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... Meaning hangs on a wing and briefly holds together, tipping on some fine edge, a feathers weight from oblivion. Take this evening, a sunset settling upon the water, the fleck of a small boat ......

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