Lost Lines Poems

How shall we begin? 
I'll do my best to fit in, 
transcending silhouette, minimalistic.
Expressive curves, pause for a second,
what is it that you've seen? 

Move...

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6 Lines


Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect,
   
We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and...

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The drawing of a line
Changes things
I applied eyeliner
The blue of my eyes showed
My outlook changed from within

You draw a line
Say 'no more'
And things can change

It's...

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My skin is a delicate porcelain.
Never used, and well taken care of because it is fragile.
Always on display because fragility is beautiful until it actually...

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Not many words left for you
my lips become icy
days and nights freeze on my skin, 
on my head, on my shoulders, 
on my back, and...

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i soar in the thought of you
lost in thermals
free from every drop of gravity
where clouds dance free
wings spread in a balance
tipped at times
bent in flight...

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I navigate the lines,
stand silently on the cross of Leys;
the slow flow of blood pulsing 
deep beneath my feet.
Power surging through me;
From North to South....

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So delicate, so intricate,
A pattern traced on leg and arm.
Perhaps a dancer in a show
To add mystique, intrigue, and charm.

All curved about the calf and...

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If the sin of pride is my condign curse;
then I own it, and I can do no worse.
If the world disdains me, not saying why;
then...

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Deeper than love,
deeper than hate
the abyss that surrounds
inclement to wait

Fortune redundant,
heads in the clouds
escape not an option
—lost faces surround

(Ronald McDonald House: September, 2021)...

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"Grey Lines"
 


between the 
colour white
and the edge 

of 
unforgiving 
light

what 
was 
loved once 

lies all discarded
the hidden message
submerged

the secrets of love 
days and nights
years...

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Just the story of two points
directed to be different lines
As her dice destiny throws
two little lines were coming close
The game of destiny shows
How innocent lines...

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You say I didn’t give you your fair shake
I used your heart and I was a fake
You say I never gave and left a big...

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"Ratatatatatata"...
that harbinger of sorrow
women and children wailing and crying
men scampering and dying

on the farm plains lies dead bodies
bodies of innocent citizens
graffiti of blood trail everywhere
Flies...

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‘Tis not a sword, but mightier, the ink but darkened blood.
It takes me to the lofty peaks or rolls me in the mud.
It hands me...

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