Fibre Poems - Poems about Fibre

From Ashes, I Arose Anew

...Your love flew wingless with the summer wind,
And left me stranded, hopeless, in a pit.
Alone I became too much for my mind,
With my love jailed by your self-written writ.

I was consumed by the...

The monetisation of black death

...The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened on a casket
Won't be...

I Wonder

..."mOnce I sat down
With all my frustrations,
With the desperation to murder each inhibition living
nowhere but within me,
It would have been nice if I had a knife
However, weapons weren't lethal ...

TO ISHAAN

...A little Indian boy  
Was born immature 
In the soft fragrance of Irish summer
A noble star in the sky was shining
To notify the busy world
His first cry was heart to heart
And joy to joy for e...

Terminal Gate

...Frightening silence pervaded 
Swelling of ground here and there
A tree adjacent the gate with a GHOSTLY stature
Unfurling a dark blanket by its broad canopy
Even birds don’t like to perch in the ...

Apollo and Daphne by Bernini A collaboration with Di11y Da11y

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We start at the end, with the warmth of his breath on her skin
Baulked by proximity, he never knew how to begin
A golden-tainted obsession, bitterly laced with lead
Transformed rapture to qu...

What Did I Do?

...Have you ever felt the weight of your heart in your chest? The low, saddened beats that echo through your entire being? The way it feels as if it was trying to fall out of your body and onto the floo...

Tinea

...
A day escaped, 
released from the sticky womb of night
held firm in the arms of midwife morning,
listen to its infant cries 
the wails of a newborn child unfed 
demanding of your bed and sleep...

The Power of Raw Vegetables

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Recently my nutritionist – a health
freak if ever there was one – suggested
I eat raw vegetables like cabbage, kale, 
asparagus, brussel sprouts, cauliflower 
and broccoli, all of the crucife...

Spring Original

...The tight fibre of spring
budding out of its buried shell like cove
coming on as battle fatigue camouflage
redirecting us from the throttle of Winter
Liquid green like tomato feed
The Angiosperm...

Roots of Rebellion

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For Tom's 1984 The Fall of Big Brother

In the dark soil
beneath the weight of stone and silence,
the meek are not mere shadows,
they are tubers,
reaching deep in furtive places,
attracted b...

I like his heart'

...Paul Thorpe London man.' Not much on frills; is making
His stand.' He offers his heart.' So i note..And i think for
What I am worth? Its not just rote.' I wouldent say he's
Perfect.! No not at all...

Every fibre

...See how they run
for every birthday they besmirch
See how they stand steadfast
isn't that a sad thing
Although my heart is crying
my soul is dying
Hear their laughter, every smidgeon
every fib...

Christmas Cheer

...Christmas Cheer

My aunt was very old and lived alone,
But loved in a way no-one can fathom,
So at Christmas time I visited her tidy,
To chat, converse, laugh and rhythm.

I had flushed cheeks...

'All You Left Me Was A Feather'

...All you left me was a feather—
The greatest goodbye I could ever receive.
And, hidden somewhere within its delicate intricacies, in every fibre;
Buried beneath the tiny atoms that make up who you ...

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