Germination Poems - Poems about Germination

the lizard hears the muffled sound of the locusts coming, his drool drips from his mouth and wets the floor, everything is germ or germination. the strong and indifferent sun burns the yellow spikes. how many times do i need to say it will hurt? that this path has so many and such holes? if I suffered all this. if I fell...

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"WHO AM I" THE TRUE SELF DAY AND NIGHT,DAWN AND DARK, DEEP IN MY MIND THERE IS ALWAYS A SPARK. WHO AM I ,I NEED TO KNOW, WHO AM I ,I NEED TO ASK. FOR YEARS...

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Ah, the fortitude of a circle the circular wisdom of spring to summer fall to winter the spinning wheel’s twist of threads - at once both self-reliant and reliant my soul to embryo seed to seedling the mettle it takes for the genesis; for my poppy pod to wake and break a tiny speck of...

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When hurt descends from the tree of life and The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy Entangles in trapezes and dreams of surrender Pick me up where I have buried my wounded soul Uncover my darkness and cradle my weeping heart Mind gaps’s emotions and feelings of rational thought Transcend into vibrating light of balance...

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A Cyclops was chatting briefly to a triceratops on the A9. Travelling to a cooked conference. The deepening road arched in anticipation of wheels. Wow. The heightened awareness of ninety million snails parachuting from above can no longer be ignored by the pin people. Oh dear. The significantly growing masses can no longer be exposed...

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You write a poem write another and several more then you pen a poem that has you talking to yourself rising up and out of your chair staring at the words thinking art, checking craft you start walking pacing back and forth the hand on your hip posturing a bit of attitude (be)cause you just might be right about the poem your other hand’s orchestrating molecules of...

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