Fissured Poems - Poems about Fissured

... Heaven, synonymous with Heart in its becoming of the New Human ~ perception, perceiver and perceived when merging incubates an anechoic reality________ all els......

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...They tumble deceptively onto the fissured asphalt, plaster cracked years flake away where no eye watches. Hollow houses, their boards rotted by the chew and gnaw of tireless winds, old-time b......

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... In shadows cast by memories' sway, I pen this note where demons play, To you, my love, who stood so tall, I reach across the chasm's call. Forgive me for the storms I brewed, For words l......

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...I stand Standing upon the emerald landscape posture stiff and still Eyes like black holes devouring the space around me Glass horse galloping, prisms exploding through the plainlands Time pas......

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... For me you’re designed, mesmeric scarred moon, grace gleams in the convolute cradle of cyan night, slithers in the silken sky I create for you, a turquoise trail you trace in my heart incise......

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...Saturday, September 23, 2023 Coincides with first day of fall and Autumnal equinox for said year, where colorful splash kindled like tinder. After I riff flecked about thee August Autumn E......

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...A dead tree looks like a stone Of thousand years black, fissured and tan-faced, But still no hopes to fall down: The secret is that she holds the invisible Beauty steady and faithful. Although......

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...At a distance the trunk did not impress, lofty though this fir in Cragside's autumn. Yet close the fissured craggy bark expressed a legend of colours discretely awesome, Many forest creatures hav......

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...There's a time to chase the world, and a time for the world to chase you... the distinction between destiny and damnation can become ambiguous as a dream on the edge of twilight when the world i......

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...My guru carries a set of brass knuckles you'd think he'd be all yes sir and no sir but instead I get ahah hoho and egad I can't do anything right on my best day and I have the branding iron scars......

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...Death is a thief who steals The seed of life by stealth And without violence, but he Is forgetful too; He leaves the flower Of life knowingly or unwittingly. The tree is now dead looks like......

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...Mary had a little lamb she also had a duck She put them on the fireplace to see if they would ..f I don't remember when i forgot all the bad stuff but i measure it in her seconds fear of her lo......

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...Instruction by Michael R. Burch Toss this poem aside to the filigreed and the wild tide of sunset. Strike my name, and still it is all the same. The onset of night is in the despairing ......

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...Floating by Michael R. Burch Memories flood the sand’s unfolding scroll; they pour in with the long, cursive tides of night. Memories of revenant blue eyes and wild lips moist and frantic ......

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...Abandoned! Assaulting winds thrash flailing limbs, denuding boughs of golden dress; gone the gaiety of glowing beginnings when springtime sun seduced soft soil, fondling slight buds of green, fo......

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