Mapped Poems - Poems about Mapped

...Your kiss still lingers on my lips, A fleeting memory that time won't rip. Your smile, a radiant beam of light, Echoes in my mind, a bittersweet sight. Your laughter, contagious and free, Haunts......

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...**Mental Rumination** Every single day brings with it a new and unfamiliar word, each one carrying its own distinct meaning that often resonates with the shifts in my life. Retirement, for instance,......

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...Upon my graduation from MIT, they didn’t hand me a diploma. They handed me a mask— and a seat at the table of shadows. They called me Director, but in truth, I became a ghost in the wires— a ......

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...They said you came from chimpanzees— That deep in some African jungle You leapt across species, A silent hunter cloaked in blood. But we have lived with chimpanzees For tens of thousands of ye......

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...the Voice of a Shadowed Engineer They speak of missiles, as if war is still waged with fire. But in the hush of midnight laboratories, beneath the quartz veins of the Tianshan mountains, we bu......

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...I walked where borders were mere lines, Invisible ink beneath my strides. No passport stamped my phantom face— I was the ghost in every place. Seventeen tongues danced on my lips, From Moscow ......

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...Gates once locked with poverty's rust now swing on golden hinges Every child a key-holder: the girl whose fingers paint light from darkness, the boy who dreams in mother tongues and thinks in mat......

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...Late at night or on the threshold of another dream, I power up my time machine and travel over the temple tops of an as yet unchartered heaven. The mind flips over as if some spectral hand w......

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...I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails th......

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...the territory cannot be mapped but maps appear to serve a story's need for a move to chicago.........

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...Paradox In the telling of A story may Transform the story.. A map Is not separate From the territory.. It can and cannot Be a guide... The territory Cannot be ma......

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...Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im......

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...The end of a tunnel is here again but I shiver in my fears All to loose when the end of me is sulked up in tears My solo voice and quips echo but gets hunged to the core Dialing non stop begged ne......

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...Brains and guts orbit the soul— that polar star searing in the marrow of being. I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution march......

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...I was baptized in the howls of wolves, under the lattice of thorns of ancient winds, My veins are mapped by serpents, my pulse beats to the rhythm of forgotten beasts, All who fear kneel, but I sta......

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