Pinprick Poems - Poems about Pinprick

...[*Hendecasyllable: line of verse containing 11 syllables with stanzas with repeated end words and a five line envoi that concludes the ballade.]* Look as… “a crimson sky bre......

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...Bloodlet me, my precious You can make this my willing sacrifice To cure me of impurity, of sickness. Cut gashes into my face. Discard chunks of my body. These cliffs into my mind, Scars of unhe......

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...Sponsor : Justin Bordner WHERE LOVE LEARNS NO MORE Where Love learns no more two serpents crawling twine one midnight black another luminous wizardy white entangled fanged bedazzled......

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... Without sugar, I'll sip on my espresso I can still taste yesterday's sweetness We abandoned yesterday's mistakes, worries, and despair all money in the world cannot resuscitate yesterday ou......

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...Alone the bones of the room bear no weight of responsibility nor does it bare its breast of secrets a broken pane provides a breath with a pang of lavender a wistful inhale inhabits the lungs ......

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...I hear them talking as I open my eyes, a hazy something lingers on my lips like lava, threatening to erupt. I hear question then answer, then questions plural follow up: detectives discussing ......

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.... Learning to change stinky diapers While holding my breath A screaming, hungry baby Tearing my nerves apart And then feedin......

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...Last night I dreamt of them Fleeing under the cover of darkness Liars, adulterers, murderers and thieves Terrified of the monsters on their heels They flew into an abandoned house and began push......

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...Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” no......

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...Her hands, heavily wrinkled, touch the thorns on the rose. The petals- color of the pinprick of the blood on her fi......

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...The day felt surreal, not sure why. There was an anticipation of something special. I asked if anyone else felt it; they shrugged it off. I am the empath, thus, the crazy one. In the late afte......

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...Her hands, heavily wrinkled, touch the thorns on the rose. The petals- color of the ......

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...Oh, to have skin that's thick and tough Where nothing's really strong enough To penetrate and cause a wound, Too thick to even be harpooned. Some lucky souls are built that way And keep life's......

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...Pinprick ideology is a shatter of soul. Pins play placing polio poorly. And poodles arrive in vast kaleidoscopic numerals to bring numerous numbers to many studious tables. Tablets take hold of fortr......

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...A tuning is often a turning. But attunement takes longer than eighty-three minutes and fifty-five seconds. Landing a duck sponge is fantastic fun in a boat yard. It is very very helpful to assist bot......

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