Lipped Poems - Poems about Lipped

... I keep refreshing the page, a priest lighting candles, holding my breath like the next flick of wrist might mean something. Her name is gone from my inbox, but I still comb the comment field......

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... A stillness settles around them, a self-imposed hush. Words unspool in the mind, arguments formed, stories waiting, but the lips remain a sealed seam. What landscapes lie behind that quiet......

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...And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," Presiden......

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... The weight of silence, a heavy unseen stone, A heart that aches with words it cannot speak. A hollow echo where joy once was known, A shadowed path, the lonely and the weak. The tears unshed ......

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..."As the setting sun pours colors on the firmament and the evening dresses up in shades of amber, let hearts sing of the beauty of nature and praise the master craftsman who designs everything" ~ By P......

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... a nectar the garnered spit of worker bees drops of undistilled wine hive-mulled dripped through the dropper of hair-lipped lips plants dig themselves out of a dry earth to sup ......

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...You marrow-deep in the bone-dry field, sprawled like a wishbone snapped wrong- the ground drinks your weight, but won't swallow you whole. wind combs its fingers through the wheat, a mother's ......

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... Red clay clings to the heels of the lost, Drifting through streets where the past still lingers, A heat that hums like a preacher's pause— Heavy with memory, thick with regret. Bourbon pools ......

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...I am madly alive today, one has to get mad not to be dead. I wander out, wending through myself allowing the warm west wind kiss the thin ice of a low mood. Smiles light up my gladding bloo......

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...I MISS HOW THINGS WERE BEFORE WHEN I WAS YOUNG AND YOU WERE A CORPSE BEFORE YOU BECAME REAL IN MY HEART WHEN I WAS TEN AND WE WERE APART THEN SUDDENLY YOU APPEAR AT OF THIN AIR AND SAID THINGS......

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...Oh, love, why do we argue when your pious words are fleeting clouds, I am tired of all your prayers floating unanswered, and of the dead who refuse to listen, buried in deep forgetfulness, leave t......

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...For a girl with shy smile, bit assertive, sweet tooth, talkative, foolishly true-speak rude, learning to be gracious kid polite and well-mannered quickly evolving to responsible teen with ch......

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...“Absinthe” Ancient petite green fairy, dispenser of dreams vivid In bar corners; this artistic Madam, beckons the unwary. Dignity falls beneath each pour, dispenser of solitude encapsulates ......

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...Rimmed with red, the sky emerges from an alcoholic haze, collapses on the shoulder of a hill. As thin-lipped as the letter box, I brush a broken bottle from the driveway: shards of glass ......

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...I peered deeply into a water trickling dyke clustered by pale blue and green peebles. “Oh dear I sometimes dig too deep or maybe not diffidently. Damon Deep thinker, lost in thought type.” There ......

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