Husks Poems - Poems about Husks

... golden husks aglow, laughter pops beneath the sun, waves applaud the show.......

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...Matsuo Basho: English translations of haiku about birds, flowers, candles, life, death. Naptime! But my drowsiness is nixed by busybody warblers. —Matsuo Basho, translation by Michael R. Burch ......

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... Elon Musk rid himself of tusks and husks millions in bank thank dank stank Hank ......

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...They will not honor your fragrant breath They’ll use it as ode, or veil, or death. Not love, but lack—will wear your name, Your petals will ache beneath borrowed fame.” Lotus's voice now split Ne......

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...endless leisure hours as distorted time stretch before me... like the infinite vista upon the midwestern plain farther than the eyes of mine (an ascetic and copacetic shortsighted father of tw......

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...Through twilight veils, where echoes rise/ The hollow spheres in shadow thrive/ Unholy husks, where echoes moan/ A broken mirror, void and throne/ 1) Thaumiel: Twin God's Divide A realm where ......

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... (A lone voice whispers) Every clock in here Even these old white wooden ones As they tick so regimentally Reminds me of you Every single second Every single minute Carries luminesc......

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...Sour mouth breathes life into words like empty husks Angry eyes beat the object of my obsession until he turns away Asks, “If I'm ok?” “I'm fine.” leaning towards him as my eyes glare ......

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...paving the way for our grasp of the inevitable future a lad insane or androgynous being true to oneself we are mere husks of emotional ineptitude like the celestial tides they ebb and flow......

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... Written February 10, 2025 ******************** Bereft of soft flesh, That once throbbed within, Tribute from heart To departed soul. ......

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... Their names have become hollowed out husks blown about the graveyards of history. Emperors who once claimed divine favour and the imprimatur of the gods now seem profane, despotic caricatu......

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...I ate a tangy orange today— its honeyed nectar pulled me back, to the orchard, where the air danced with citrus and sunlight. That tangy, sweet fragrance brought back a rush of memories: chil......

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... The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day (A channelled voice whispers) Every clock in here These old faded white wooden ones Hanging on so many burnt out trees That litter th......

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...I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness, afraid of shadows and their own demons. Fear is a thief that steals courage and leaves only cowardice in its wake. Be a warrior, not a weakling......

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...Under the velvet of night, where shadows dance and secrets murmur, Lies the playful essence of the deepest consciousness, unbound by reason or constraint, A fire of frivolity, flickering and blazin......

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