Floaters Poems - Poems about Floaters

A young crow carries them- selves meticulously, screening their surroundings. Too wary to engage with others, but always so observant. A golden jewel shines in a parking lot corner. Tempting the young crow’s eyes. Their bill clutches on, fragile by nature, it breaks. Glass shards pierces their tongue, blood cascades on- to the concrete as the jewel dismantles. Remnants of...

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a massive coral reef just off the shore of a tiny island in the South Pacific a tropical reef filled with sea life galore breathtaking and stunningly majestic like an enormous rainforest on the sea floor rare kaleidoscope of colorful sea creatures a fishdom of seldom seen underwater life even a crevice hiding a notorious moray eel a reef so...

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The tiny specks grow titanic tension. They’re often harmless, Google consoles her. Yet a rare chance burns beyond solace. Is it a harbinger of retinopathy? Will her eye-LEDs illuminating soul be burnt out? Will tomorrow be void of light and colors? ...

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To begin All words are Empty.. No matter How used.. Words are Floaters on Their own Emptiness.. And all are Equally empty.. Pulls the rug From words Seeming to Elevate or depress.. Yet their expressive Power tells the Stories of Lives unfolding......

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Whene'er a thought floats into my head Either I pen a poem or put it to bed Once in bed, the thought wants out To pen a poem ~ That I doubt...

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Have you heard about fishing for turds … It’s for children and maybe for nerds For brown floaters you’ll fish Or there's nets which you swish For once I’m almost lost for words! My granny was shocked and appalled Suggesting this toy be blackballed Cos small kids may copy Real poo’s (firm or sloppy) If this happened I think I’d be galled Thanks to my...

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scrawling on the party napkin in my mind — celebration of words 1/4/2020...

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Vacant but for minute shadows, I’d mistaken for clouds our sky has lied again; it is only blue; chastely blue. No longer do you wait secretly behind celestial skeins of dust. You are only in my eyes. ©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins September 16, 20012...

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my myodesopsia acts up when my eyeball moves in a certain direction--- the floater throws a shadow on my retina & i want to swat it away like an annoying fly, but it sits there, blocking out a wee bit of the image that i stare at, trying to make my way through it, but alas, i am at the beckoning will of this miniscule...

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