Noosed Poems - Poems about Noosed

...I step out to face the night, shielded like a medieval knight; and count my victories boldly won, need not count far for that is one; drag my fingers roughly through my hair, and stumble on......

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... “Concrete Hearts, the Deep End Keys and the Miniaturist's Poetry of Sleep” Following the Babel paths, where footprints progress like rough-hewn braille, temptation shows i......

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...gaslight me the movie of my underdeveloped consciousness give me a hand take thine arm without the silent treatment and a thank you for the mind fook hoovering is not allowed this is ......

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...Once when I was a child My reins were held by my parents This pony once led by their rants Now that my mustang is old My reins still slip from my grasp I go where this beast goes Divorced ......

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...That old knot is loosening, unspooling like a camera reel - it rolls away along floors revealing snapshots of you, developing me. Those frayed wires and split hairs, the roads once forked, are st......

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...all she ever wanted to be was one with herself and yet here she was disunited and fragmented seeking what seemed out of harmonious reach heart choked in a stranglehold of noosed reason razor wi......

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...my darling, you are the first red flower in my garden of devotions and the resident at the highest tower in my castle of emotions but also, the first day of spring and all the life you bring ......

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...My hand hangs from the stirring wheel, Insensible, to the mind noosed reasoning work and nature’s clock repressing the other wrist of a confined ideal My eyes declare thru the windshield an undem......

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...Manic Melancholia He flew high as a kite with no ceiling concealing his madness A hawker plying his trade with all prayers lost preying on reason Sold out flapping wings and the wind soaring......

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...And here we are again, my love, under one more bullock cart night, devoid of care, ageless in joy. Clingy as sand are the actions of past. Forgive, my love, forget as w......

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...At the breaking of the new dawn Where the hopeful golden glow melts the dew A sleepy world awakens to the brightened new dawn of life But at the striking of that aged light Where the anguished re......

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...Silver does not smoke a fire. The flames are to blame for displaying the greyness. A tie never hangs a rope to a tree. The chair will not ask you to stand. When you are noosed ......

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...Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale -Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787- One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang And the valleys with every gaiety rang, The ......

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...Lula Pickering 1887 – 1906 Have you seen my bluebirds today? Have you fed them a few crumbs of stale rye bread? I must have taken a hundred walks as a young girl In search of my freewheeling frien......

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...I loved you, though you were a drowning man, with cannonballs noosed around your ankles and a whiskey bottle barely in your grasp, rushing to depths too black to follow. I loathed you, though some d......

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