Flint Poems - Poems about Flint

...We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind, The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes. We are all guilty of the great cri......Read the rest...

...Between Earth and Ecstasy My soul, wrought from the dust of falling stars, Has embraced the undisturbed illusions, resting not in halted slumber, They levitate, and like the crescent moon blooming......Read the rest...

...In the mirror, one day, the stranger will stand and you will gaze long, The shadow of what was, shall fade into the unknown to be. You allowed others to be the carriers of self, and they misdirecte......Read the rest...

...Dim lit, damp and distant corner torn from dream of vapor’s fold. Slow descent to worlds divided, nothing hot and nothing cold. Long ago this soul forgotten, cast off in the ides of youth. Un......Read the rest...

...It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point where the numbness was new. Long past believing that anything’s true. Steel ag......Read the rest...

... "Am I the All You Need?" Slow to detect His voice, my fists are clenched to hit. Do I require restraints? I'm mad enough to spit. "Am I the All You Need? " The prompt now clearly heard. Ye......Read the rest...

...The neural spark is ill-defined, a cloud of unknowing. Nothing begins anywhere. The tail of the snake is its neck. The body grows out of its closed eyes. An uncertain vapor trail sheds hie......Read the rest...

... LOST IN BRITAIN Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, Matching Tye and Droop Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, Westward Ho! and Throop. Hole of Horcum, New Invention, ......Read the rest...

...This is the bomb! Wait until you Here you will read hear about the Tick of tock of tick the clock is Gone lawn the mow now show The glow a phone it groans. Then moans Time it is almost t......Read the rest...

...I did not think you knew what an azimuth was, I said to Guy. “I am not a Neolithic,” he told me with a sniff, I know why… Some people misjudge this brilliant child of two months past twelve. His m......Read the rest...

...AT THE EDGE Red velvet I step into the abyss If I choose I see crystal clear at the edge Ancient cries of turmoil Grips of control, men being boys Boys being men On the other side of the......Read the rest...

...He drew her ear to their story, wishing to rouse her memory. He looked at her as he read her notebook, trying to change her puzzled look. He chanted her name every morning, hoping that it c......Read the rest...

...S FLINT  CONES              //            (    )           ===           \     /            \   /              //           (    )           ===           \     /            \   /......Read the rest...

...Ekphrasis tribute to and inspired by imagist-F S Flint musical rhythm of vers libre in a sequence of concepts &propositions recording impressions clothed in beauty. instinct over thought ......Read the rest...

...nestled in the lee of a thick flint wall guys taut, grappling to hold firm our canvas castle shook and shuddered flimsy but somehow reassuring respite as mountain giants prowled through the n......Read the rest...