Frothed Poems - Poems about Frothed

...My best friend saw me born. Coronation of blood, Tearing through his long beloved. Floppy neck and flailing limbs, Protesting my own birth. Constricting cord, A life noose, murderous Cut from......

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...“Stage Fright” Where are my lights? My camera? My action? It's not supposed to be like this! I trained long enough for the stage, for stardom. I know I did. I just know what I did. I w......

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... Unending lines, vast voids, shapes meddle with my mind and ghost an odd geometry, the same that sometimes twitch when a sudden waking decapitates a dream. Time dilates or shrinks to a......

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...A quarter cup of melted butter Slips quietly into the bowl. Minuscule amounts speckled my lips As I scatter in a mouthful of sugar. Not the first or last time, I will create this dish. I br......

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... If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D in bilingualarity "come walk with me"? Wallowing a dance a snake charmer fla......

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...Sappho Translations II That country wench bewitches your heart? Hell, her most beguiling art’s hiking her dress to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness! Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation......

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...The rumbling sound, While I lie low to the ground- Calling upon the cuffs of sleep - To keep me in the jails deep- It is a wave that strikes; A hungry tummy to get a slice, Of bread, Of breath......

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... It frothed, it boiled from deep within her soul, fermenting in the furnaces of hell. Considering how best to take her toll, With heaving breast, stared down the infidel, and belched it ......

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...I remember how she would watch me coming in late from playing in the fields in a new pair of slacks, whiteness between my ribs shooting at this lovely girl. And commanding her to yield. Along came ......

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...If I become the paper could you know? If I, the ink, would meaning flow? These living characters, each a multitude beseeching through each interlude, as God’s own winter snow for silent ears ......

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...Spring buds Bursting Like popcorn stuck on sticks Raising my perspective to Gallivant In knee-high tickle grass Nested In the strew of stony rocks Festooned With sphagnum and lichen Frothed......

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...HARK, whilst thee singeth melody, gauged labyrinths midst harmony, ransom subconscious, placed thee free, persuade possessed, heed thy purged glee, beg reposed heart thy beating plea. The......

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...Frigid metals twist like Banshees in shriek, Making all who hear it fear it's threatening speech. Cognitive cogs, turning out torture- instigating further madness noir. Pale green and gold in i......

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...Exotic Pleasres Orange juice with ice chips, Then..a nice warm shower. Dreaming I am in Hawaii, All frothed up in jasmine gel! I further my exotic morning and  It's really just before dawning......

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...Out of the darkness of night crept the dawn. Steaming with thirst, the dry mouth sun rose— inebriating itself with morning dew—leaving sparkling stars of green scattered across the quilted ear......

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