Next Of Kin Poems - Poems about Next Of Kin

You who had seen my next of kin Dining and wining near a bin And you forgot to raise a din Or had minded your Gripping Gin… It was A War you did not win, Though Loss reports not on The Skin Like would Incisive Pricks of Pin Or handiwork of Wounding Tin… Your love, please, extend to My Kin In Water Fish...

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On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence sunlight streamed in black and white through filthy, filmy windows as flies converged in the corners crawling over themselves in a frantic frenzy I could hear their communal buzzing echoing in my ears facing my own fears...

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love can bind memories sorrow blends with wind water drips into a stream thin as a skim of skin as ghost is to remembering like members of a greater sin they should be only simmering in a broth of the bitter end. so it is to shooting up falling into the glimmering joy comes to who we were when we were higher withering living with the next...

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where am (i can't find me) oh my (yo tambien) it's essential, follow the leader many places- we've never been, i'm deeply moved- the next of kin: broke free from the tree that roots with in even when (i see i lose) i win i know better yet- i keep forgetting my sweater- in the rabid...

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neighbors gather around as one remembering a little Brother whose life was cut too early done Many a tear His sparkle no longer shines bright Missing a favorite grin that was always a trademark in our little corner of suburbia Choking up and letting go Asking,in front of a photgraph: WHEN WILL YOU EVER COME BACK TO US SO? Jack turned his back toward us He didn't...

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Next of Kin She had never been taught the trick. To the men such things were granted. Air filled pelts, breath under water. To the women was left the nest. Near ashore she saw them panic. Her father among them scrambling. All overboard clutching bubbles. With chilled heart she waded in deep. The river rose swift over head, but what could one see inside it? Living...

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Next of Kin She had never been taught the trick. To the men such things were granted. Air filled pelts, breath under water. To the women was left the nest. Near ashore she saw them panic. Her father among them scrambling. All overboard clutching bubbles. With chilled heart she waded in deep. The river rose swift over head, but what could one see inside it? Living...

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Next of Kin She had never been taught the trick. To the men such things were granted. Air filled pelts, breath under water. To the women was left the nest. Near ashore she saw them panic. Her father among them scrambling. All overboard clutching bubbles. With chilled heart she waded in deep. The river rose swift over head, but what could one see inside it? Living...

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