Levees Poems - Poems about Levees

...They unearthed him from the Delta dust/ Do Fletch, a name whispered on the wind, in a rusted tone/ Born and bred in NOLA's humid heart, A city sculpted by sorrow, torn apart, then rebuilt from the ......

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...No! you weren’t born to be beaten raped chained to a life bloodstained ingrained with pain wordless worthless voiceless choiceless No! you can’t live being beaten raped chained to a ......

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...to love, is often to bleed, cut at the wrist through the fields of reids, mummification of a beloved memory, wrapped in caramel gauze of a felo de se. “should we see this heralding—?” asked th......

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...Like autumn leaves, our memories rustle and fall, gently nudging levees, a bitter sweet recall. Where shadows play and deceive, I wander lost, I am a broken doll, with a mischievous grin, trapped......

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...Threnody dirges miseries Severance of machinations The gravedigger’s shovel buries These coffin crypt lamentations Lachrymose welts filling levees Life’s vile xenotransplantations Psychopomp as......

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...Zenith swirls of black rose petals, burst into a flock of circling crows, descending ash and rain on my frozen form. Viscera and scarlet pools flash, feet running of a child, car screeching ti......

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...Breast beat for her I doubt you fathom crude Understand thus gravitas of thy actions true This must entrust you knot the thread bear Bang thy drum roll knees follow you we share Needless ......

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...When your heart corresponds with your mind, then, give it a shot, you write back to me what expressions you so badly need to bleed; the characterisation of letters are alphabe......

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...In the final week they still swept their floors. A gate was mended on the third last day - the people in the village so stuck in their way, that some, in leaving, even locked their doors as if to......

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...some poems ask to be naked they have no use at all for punctuation not even for an en dash an em dash nor hyphen they play with a flowing grammar that must be read like water or paddled th......

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...rain hitting the asphalt, the cracking concrete, water weaving its way down the overpass. Residents cover up with plastic, a conflagration of yellow light on garbage bags hitting tree tops, branch......

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...Courtesy handy dandy palmar hyperhidrosis impossible mission to defeat except poe wet tickly even courtesy drysol. (Me slippery fingers slither, slip and slide splashing ala Jackson Pollock)......

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...A Cup Runneth Over My cup in dry abyss boils over Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing Into foaming condensed extracts Like effervescence of divine dust That bubbles up to the rim. Res......

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...Poem #39 Seasons of Spring Consider the sight of evergreen trees and levees falling to the ground. The spring season is here, I love it. Spring makes me fee......

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...Coots sleepily dabble in a smudge of water. Wisp-wings waft on a surface mist. Dipping ducks, necks tucked into the half-light. watch muddy shadows dive under mounds of stalky flotsa......

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