Inarticulate Poems - Poems about Inarticulate

...Massaging me with body oil, I am now your woman to spoil. My hair’s become ringlets. With an arch in the jacuzzi, I lay back let you taste me. String pearls and cigarettes. There is an absen......

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...He said ‘With relish.’ like a soft light, erasing the line that never existed. Pulsating with what was uninhibited, the phrase exasperated her hunger. Erasing the line that never existed, an ......

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... Inspired by Iron Maiden song " I live my way" I walk my life at my own pace I set, create the course on the lone pathway I pave. I see unwanted faceless people probe me at their ......

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... An inarticulate artist, I wanted to paint the lone life’s landscape, effervescent, the construed course of a river called desire unrestrained, meandering its way......

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...I feel as if I am the only one. I stand, my feet planted in the sand, and look ahead of me; a vast ocean appears. It’s beautiful, yet that is not what my fixated being chooses to look on. I see death......

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... We spent twenty two long years together under the same roof, so, I know him better than others, for he’s my only brother. On his own terms his life he walks brave, setting the course on the......

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...In the Twilight of Her Tears by Michael R. Burch, age 19 In the twilight of her tears I saw the shadows of the years that had taken with them all our joys and cares ... There in an ebbing ti......

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...In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites I ruminate— no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality my qui......

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...In the shadows of a fractured consciousness, where words fall like shattered glass, The man, unable to articulate, to express with clarity, retreats into action. His thoughts, like wild horses, gal......

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...“birds care not for whom they sing” - Silent One The Gemini Garden stays close to mountain springs. In this magic garden, countless flowers bloom and wither, With pruned trees, shrubs and spraw......

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...These blatant lives we lead with our guts hanging out between pretty words. I remember (after the failed gastric surgery), when gore spilled out of my prone body; that slow unwinding of blank ......

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...the words coagulate, stuck in the back of my throat, I choke on the words I cannot seem to acknowledge, articulate, remember. aphasia commandeers my body as her vessel inarticulate and mute and......

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...Spring, lifeless in palm Rendered inarticulate By winter held hard ~the~ Erroneous truth Breath of li......

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... Inarticulate as the morning air when it flows to and there this cognitive essence of rebirthing, is a true blessing this knowledge that perhaps didn't come easily is lodged......

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... I walk my life on my own terms I set, create the course on the lone pathway I pave. I see probing faceless uncalled people pile, break the barrier of protected privacy and pry, aski......

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