Long Piece of work Poems

Broken Pieces

There is a rare and beautiful vessel of pottery
Moulded and shaped to an exquisite piece of work
The potter’s loving hands have taken great care
To bring it to perfection.
It is smooth and colourful with just...

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Self destructive, even writing on pages without lines feels chaotic and liberating 
even though I know the frustration I will feel as my words slope downwards, down 
words. They angle, pitching against my embedded need...

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Needless to say I never went back.They all thought it was because of their extraordinary skill at
helping me to see that womanizing,wife beating,piece of work would never change.It was however my brothers friend.I remember my...

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Love is betrayal
A knife in the heart.
A stone that breaks my bones
Love is betrayal,
that lies to you about dreams of care and kindness,
but stabs you in the back
with disloyality
when you are not looking.

Is it possible...

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**This is a special set of poetry written with my friend Justin Connor--we each wrote separate accounts of special companions. The ending verse we wrote together. These poems are meant to be one piece of...

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As I did gaze upon her for the first time as she labored in small shop in what appeared to be 
a hole in a wall that open into this place where she did work...

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Who is the hunter? Who is the victim? Where do we place the blame? Anger surging 
through our veins, sadness feeding on the pain...a reflection and heap of human 
nature; its all the same. Beyond...

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Animal cruelty is an ongoing and sickening epidemic. I'll never understand how thoughts can 
creep into a human being's mind that would make them want to harm a defenseless pet. I 
wrote this poem after...

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"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese" 

Some wine and cheese  

If you would please  

Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed  

Yet, I reside in the west,...

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no Artist, no Poet
Vickie M. Ortiz Vazquez

I am not an artist
So, I doodle
Play with shapes, colors
Juxtapose
Yet, I am no artist

Inscriptive, descriptive visual symbols come about
Recognizable shapes, not what it seems
Misunderstood at first glace
Driven by a...

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imagined by others,
s/he is approached as the
perfect candidate,
s/he is that last 
perfect
puzzle
piece,
which will make the whole
monstrosity,
complete &
not a shred of talent matters,
not a shred of ambition is
needed,
not a shred of ideals, not a
shred of intelligence,...

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Blessed beyond words am I
having to somnambulate to lectures
for endless hours every day
and slumber throughout these fixtures
That never-ending piece of work
- due tomorrow - cannot wait
An alteration in which this quirk
becomes a lifestyle in which...

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Give me a headache
The fury of a migraine
The pounding of temples
The powder keg sensation
Of explosion a minute away

Give me a tummy ache
The kind that makes you double up
Fist pounding the bed
Hands clutching sheets
Retching into a...

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My girl and I rented a house,
A cottage of our own.
She said: "I have one condition,
And this is set in stone."

"I expect only honesty;
A man, forthright and true."
She warned, if I should ever lie,
Our love...

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As I read the words of a skinny girl
My tears fell to the page
Pain and hope interspersed
A woman who wanted change

I saw her reflection in my mirror
She was most certainly there
A spirit of substance
Calling from...

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Sweetest child in the school
5th grade
Giant puppy
If you said the sweetest kid ever
I could name him
And I would

Cry Cry Cry
I feel horrible.
Bring him to my office
Who hurt him?
What did they say?
What did they do?

In Mama...

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Dear Lord I thank you for another day clean & free
As you know Lord awhile back I received an email
One that has troubled me now for months
It contained an apology from another person
An apology I...

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Friends do not laugh at me
Walking barefooted to school
It is not an option to choose
Only that they have no pride in me

Friends don't look down on me
Even if I am wearing these tattered clothes
We are...

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i thank all for the warm welcome i have recieved here at poetry soup.
orphaniis of course an alter ego, through which i express my views .
writing poetry exposes us and makes us vulnerable to the...

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Behin' bared doors, beneath yer floors,
in cozy dens and caverns deep
y'll find me der down under de stair
where gutter rats scamper and silverfish sleep. 

"Who can I be, hmmmm let me see.
I be a thief...

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Tumor consciousness

Tumor of the bloody brain,
lays me low and causes pain,
consciousness does slip an slide,
other lifetimes can't decide
which one is the self?

Leap aboard a ME109,
here are coming British swine,
tracers bouncing past just fine,
weave a little,...

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Haunting Fruit and Innocent Wish


(Thanks to Richard for creating this excellent piece of work for me. He added a bit of fantasy to the real life experience. The market was situated in a Pakistani city...

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Poets, writers, artists, and photographers share a similar challenge; we all constantly must deal with getting the perfect exposure---that balance of light and darkness that creates harmony and clarity in our presentation.  Ambiguity is...

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Poets, writers, artists, and photographers share a similar challenge; we all constantly must deal with getting the perfect exposure---that balance of light and darkness that creates harmony and clarity in our presentation.  Ambiguity is...

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There is stupid in your tone...
your voice outside alone...

...For your words speak without
experience...

...Your stupid lacks great depth...

...The wise understand with little 
surprise...

...You encounter conversation...
your eyes meet with no conviction...
self demise...

...We know what and how you...

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