Narrations Poems - Poems about Narrations

...Sadly as I put the pen down Trying to pour out all my emotions My trauma and my life drama then I think… Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived Been playing with words my wh......

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...Clarity, clarity, surely clarity is the most beautiful thing in the world, A limited, limiting clarity I have not and never did have any motive of poetry But to achieve clarity. George Oppen <>...

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...Bewildering Is the experience Of many seekers of Nothing.. Complexities and Assumed Foreknowledge Thread through The teachings .. Feeding the Narrations of Bewilder......

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...Hang a left, clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The place is slow-time empty. The staff talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mi......

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...Let me tell you a story on a midnight journey, To a crematorium, through an undergrowth ferny; At my age between sixteen to seventeen, In nineteen seventy eight; with a dusky scene; A time, whe......

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...POEM Tittle; In-between the Lines In-between lines, lies possibilities more like a probability equation... Just like a bridge standing high above the sea connecting two destinations also ......

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...The boudoir joins us in absorbing feeling a Goddess right next to me under cover breathless and inspiring we share the muse of all muses as we preside over wedlock hands tied around leath......

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...The eye of the beholder created by observer, ever virtues twilights preserver. Attraction of beauty and normally, perception in grace of subjectively. Spiritual awakening to purpose realizati......

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...How many listen to private conversations Now let's be honest, it's a natural temptation As innocent as it seems Causes a trip to the latrines Jaw-dropping these pants-dropping narrations<......

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...I hang a left, my clunker rocking on sprung shocks. Inside, narrows taper to booths. The talk is griddle speech, a blow by blow banter, middle finger smarts mixed with vowels of tenderness. I ......

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...Don’t you know that you are one? Just like the two sides of a coin, You need each other to be complete, And you shall walk together, For you are forged to be one. You surely are a union of ......

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...I always thought of a word I would use to refer to him, for he was more than a brother to me. We talked about space and mysteries for hours. We went for long walks. We shared our fears, hopes and......

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...I know this man of God that roars from the bottom of the city, below the red blood line. Knowing that his words never fail, every Sunday I make my way down to the bottom of the city to hear this man......

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...He walks around town bouncing over size t-shirts baggy jeans half way his butt each day wearing a mysterious smile today with this tomorrow that as easy as his wink so they come and go She thinks sh......

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...THE QUILL SWILLERS CLUB connections and perceptions started in July 2008 a typical day of apathy where the temptation was to hibernate relaxing with local newspaper browsing lazily......

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