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Molted Poems - Poems about Molted

Premium MemberThe Grief I Feel is of Another Kind

...The grief I feel is of another kind
Sweeter than holy water
A deeper breath than moorland air to find
The black of midnight, not—
Of monstrous seas, but—
Of restful night, donated cloak 
From a...
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Categories: molted, death of a friend,
Form: Free verse

Fortune Teller Conclusion

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          You wanna know sumpin sumpin?!
               In the garden of life's relentless seasons,
                      bloom and wither,
don't ask me, for WHATEVER REAS...
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Categories: molted, art,
Form: Other



Autumn

...This astronomical event
Molted out of summer sunbeams
Causes an herbaceous retreat
Personified as sleepiness

More darkness less lightness describes
This astronomical event
More coldness less ...
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Categories: molted, autumn, earth, seasons,
Form: Quatern

Premium MemberEaster Chick Race Today

...Retired Easter chick race is happening again today!
We were all eager to see it, it is fun every single May.
What are they riding? Someone asked, first time at the line.
Miniature stallions, we ca...
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Categories: molted, animal,
Form: Rhyme

Stand-N-Soak

...Docked your own can it tote-n-land home
Locked unknown antidote to amp the mode 
Clamped-n-sewn your stamp will show 
Plan it slow in a long tramp you know
Boat the load and camp your stow
Go fo...
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Categories: molted, addiction, angst, confidence, courage,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberAmerican Eagle

...Soaring sovereign, white-crowned bird,
Shanghaied silently without a word.
Strong feathers molted one-by-one.
Pinfeather plumed on bare skin.
Wet market ready.
3/19/2023...
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Categories: molted, bird, flying, sad, strength,
Form: Free verse

Sappho Translations Ii

...Sappho Translations II

That country wench bewitches your heart?
Hell, her most beguiling art’s
hiking her dress
to seduce you with her ankles' nakedness!
Sappho, fragment 57, loose translation...
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Categories: molted, desire, lust, romance, sensual,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberShe Is Grayscale

...She is grayscale my students said.
They are used to people being in living color.
She is vintage, I explained. We were all grayscale back then.
In the covered wagon days?
No. In the thirties, for...
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Categories: molted, teacher,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberFeather In the Sky

...Yesterday as the sun was rising on our walk…what should catch our eye….but one humongous…elongated white feather…stretching across the sky.

Our weatherman is quick to inform us…that it’s a cirrus ...
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Categories: molted, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberPatient, Better Driver

...From diluvial binary code extracted
from white walls lined 
the untouchable monastery, the fraction leaked, drifted like 
a molted feather

one part 
               the great machine
one part
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Categories: molted, i am, self,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberReflective Spring

...Let clocks unlock unbroken birds they bind:
Too quick in May they peek Azalea’s bloom;
Wide eyes enlightened bound by darkness blind,
And spring reflected bares a thinning plume:
Like pearls of A...
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Categories: molted, daughter, divorce,
Form: Sonnet

Raw Data

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Waxy fear melting in the dark
drips red
Candlelight vigils in the night
mournfully grow,
as more guns control 
empty barrel trigger fingers

Making it hard to keep count
of the dot...
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Categories: molted, allegory, truth, violence, visionary,
Form: Free verse

A Spoonful of Snow

...We scratched and scrapped and piled it together,
thin as cobwebs, like molted bird feathers,
spread out on the frozen lawn,
a gossamer frosting in early dawn,
a meager, stingy December snow,
har...
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Categories: molted, childhood, christmas, snow,
Form: Rhyme

Return

...A fine mist of rain falls silent 
on his thin, sharp-angled face. 
He picks up the pace and tilts 
his head to the wind. He walks 
through the plundered slumber  
of crumbled poverty, abandoned,...
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Categories: molted, identity,
Form: Free verse

I Stand Amidst

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To dwell among the ruins;
littered with broken bottles and flattened plastic cups,
stamped out cigarette butts
Cast off lottery binges,
crushed ghetto dreams and empty syringes
Poisoned by ...
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Categories: molted, black african american, pain,
Form: Narrative

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