Marked Up Poems - Poems about Marked Up

...The poems I never wrote are exquisite Deep clear pools that reflect and reveal their readers Nuanced and subtle, full of symbols and hidden meaning Peeling back new layers upon each return The ......

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...It was easy to admire such a pleasant mirage, Her tasteful arrangement of complimentary tones, With forms chasing functions on comfortable fabric, To be smoothed with businesslike fingers In tota......

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...Kleenexes Clorox wipes A roll of tape Kitty cat eyes on a pink pencil box red apple peeks out behind yellow thermos hand sanitizer unused pencil sharpener because I forgot I had one three fold......

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...Trying to understand why you marked up your body —I stared at the ink The memory of your open promise still inside of me —unfulfilled Retracing that promised memory with new sym......

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...There is beauty in these marked up hands. Once we loved now we stand across from one another not knowing where to stop. The love we once had now is lost. I look at you a complete stranger I worry on......

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...A special dedication to Beyoncé's "Drunk in Love" song in her album "Beyoncé", which came out in 2013. {intro} I took a cat nap...yah put on your classic, clever-mini cap drank that sorrow sap......

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...Welcome KMart shoppers blares through the air as a mosh pit of greedy Holiday buggers hurl themselves through the glass and aluminum doors—Obese bodies press (children jammed between white-bread). Tr......

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...It seems like only yesterday My home was filled with activity, Laughter, quarreling and lots of love. Just as life should be. I look around and see yesteryears Of scuffed floors and marked up walls,......

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...On a market you can see the people run. The life itself sells here knowing all. The paleness gets a tan under the Sun. The smartness is wearing out the sole. And to and fro here goes a branded ......

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...I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional. A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget. The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back. Back to hypnotic aisles of temptat......

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