Long Diderot Poems
Long Diderot Poems. Below are the most popular long Diderot by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Diderot poems by poem length and keyword.
The Plural Sky and the Temptation of Its Mirrored Eyes
I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels
all the changing faces played
automatic, embedded in misty consort
with Hyde-Lees and Yeats
love-crushed oracles
ghostwriting...
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Categories:
diderot, i am, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Azure Vistas
"Azure Vistas"
Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts
I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a...
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Categories:
diderot, muse, political, spiritual,
Form:
Narrative
le livre bleu
“le livre bleu”
Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers,
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life,
they call...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Free verse
The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes
"The Beetlejuice Past Your Eyes"
“Well, where would you suggest I commence? Should we begin with the concept of pasteurize?”
This said to the earnest listener, who views the protagonist with a bon vivant confused expression. To...
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Categories:
diderot, dark, light, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Cocoon
"Cocoon"
They say...
a New World
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind
the old unaware,
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect
strings of silk
in the air
glistening diamond nets
slick and sticky...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown
“The Juniper Prize: Between the Known and the Unknown”
That man built a house
of straw and sticks
and the stories that burned within -
all consuming the titled prize;
like a bird
sings a song
the metre repeats and...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Artificial Iris
"Artificial Iris"
Orwell was lurking in the background, somewhere;
the dream was eerily familiar,
the words and their meanings, read in Syntax,
once read between pages of hardcopy in school
were aptly ignored -
however,
our Overlords were...
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Categories:
diderot, surreal,
Form:
Narrative
The Scorpion's Touch
“The Scorpion’s Touch”
Under glass
the sound cuts out sharp
just like under water
and we run out of breath
like insects running around
frantically out of time
we are magnified
in our tight enclosures
internally observed
the external turns away
two heart...
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Categories:
diderot, humanity, muse, mystery,
Form:
Free verse
Tessellate
“Tessellate”
on the surface
it’s easy to see
we tessellate
inadvertent
decorative ostentatious
flirtatious lives taking risks
with the other sides
planned strategic functional
quantity rich quality lacking
Human
our words our ways
opposites
like magnets attract, it all fits
we think it...
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Categories:
diderot, earth, humanity, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep
“Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep”
Following the Babel paths,
where footprints progress
like rough-hewn braille,
temptation shows itself well deep
to be turned and touched,
substantially labyrinth
The Open
is lead
further in, and...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
The External World of The Internal
“The External World of the Internal”
when the Internal
finally woke up,
it was like all the words
in that book, flew at It
like flaming arrows,
an external barage, a tale,
of trading 10 for 50,
a...
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Categories:
diderot, humanity, muse, satire,
Form:
Narrative
Upon Waking
“Upon Waking”
Slumber has its upsides
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard,
cacophonous
pecking at each other
and at the ground…
Elsewhere,
like dull background noise
through the fog of dream
the sound of the gamble...
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Categories:
diderot, gothic, muse, poets,
Form:
Narrative
The Pages
"The Pages"
Missing all those years
like a page you could turn,
a book you could throw casually aside,
to be eternally forgotten in electric shady libraries;
at some point you turned around,
and remembered, what you long...
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Categories:
diderot, i am, love,
Form:
Free verse
The Blue Nazarene
“The Blue Nazarene”
caeruleum caelum
in nubibus
caeruleum
caeruleum caelum
in nubibus
de hyacintho nazarene
testimonium:
white stallions,
clouds commanding
Christus imperium
above all below
all below
now present to worship
a secular ghost
stopped dead in their tracks
those ridiculous battalions
games of war...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
The Seance
“The Seance”
It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;
In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity,
the head ghoul set us straight on that.
The planchette...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Words We Cannot Escape
“Words We Cannot Escape”
Words we can no longer speak
we tap dance over keys
bruised blackly numb
Winter palette in hand
Autumn now gone
across white-washed notes fixated on stark enclosed walls
the scent of old Lavender...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Motherland
"Motherland"
The “Removed”,
Charlestons across the keyboard,
fingers have a personality and a mind
of their own, don’t you agree?
the stalwart mind converses with the frivolous fingers
its stark increduality, considers All above All
they’re incorrigible, those lithe fingers,
like...
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Categories:
diderot, child abuse, dark, light,
Form:
Narrative
Love My Way
"Love My Way"
Ghosts read the walls like braille in this place
it’s a macabre dance with the past and the petulant future
it romances them away from the let-it-be moments
on repeat heavenly tortured in the evermore never-give-up
they...
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Categories:
diderot, dark, light, love, muse,
Form:
Free verse
The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning
“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning”
Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin
like the contours of my body
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Their World
"Their World"
Of course, there was no re-assurance from them that they would respond to the message I had sent. Morning had arrived.
The day had commenced as any other, unravelling out of bed, in itself...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Narrative
Another Better World
"Another Better World"
These little sins
you smoothly skip across the waters of fairweather lives
like darkness hidden underneath deadly white lies,
like throwing pebbles casually across The Lake of Tears
that reflect rippling rings rapidly racing outwards...
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Categories:
diderot, dark, light, muse,
Form:
Free verse
The Language of the Undone
“The Language of the Undone”
I prefer
them
over humans
those velvet souls
loving
the lesser
parts of me
always
more than anyone
else cares to admit
they inspect
every inch of me
walking over me
territorily
like...
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Categories:
diderot, love,
Form:
Free verse
Some Other Poet, White Iris
“Some Other Poet, White Iris”
When I look in the mirror what do I see?
I question existential questions and fiction,
my eyes are the eyes of another staring back at me,
perceived through the glassy tear film...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun
"Auric Obsidian - The Face Clean Behind the Gun"
You drew me into your new world,
the corridors of your mind
fitted me perfectly imperfect
into the portraits pegged onto your wall
an unsuspecting target
from...
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Categories:
diderot, dark, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Nightingale and Roses
“Nightingale and Roses”
the heart burst open
like a canary cracks open its cage with a song
listening to the nightingale with roses
flying like a throatful soul escaping
from somewhere deep within,
soaring out the cavern measureless to man,
that...
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Categories:
diderot, muse,
Form:
Free verse