Reenter Poems - Poems about Reenter

...A shuffle of leaves in a childs dream The illusion is in believing The scorched Moon prevacarates Hope is its own ignition (like splitting the atom) Restless winter music plays musing in the......

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... The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary ——————experiment 4————————— If you are reading this I might be dead So as far as I can see I seem to aging at a normal It seems to degr......

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... The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary ——————experiment 4————————— If you are reading this I might be dead So as far as I can see I seem to aging at a normal It seems to degr......

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...Poet’s sleep with their memories to hate or to love Voices unanswered the night’s turtledove Darkness remembers what daylight forgets As dreamers reenter — what twilight begets (Dreamsl......

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...in the inky black void we are as we are therein bereft of senses we see nothing and yet know we are herein not alone our awareness thus in formlessness communicates with the absolute a......

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...I've seen you move with fire Your spirit all aglow You sang and wrote poems all winter, New life you did reenter. Faith had found you You were like morning dew. The reservoir you jogged Th......

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...Belize was where her father chose to live. She was his one offspring, and he, a businessman. His grocery store/saloon always bustling, Attention getting womanizer, he pulled her early from school......

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...cyber dating this is how it should work you see a guy you like you touch the screen clicking yes put in your credit card number the guy pops out of the screen into your living room caution: do......

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...no matter what you say to the contrary you will always keep on giving me renewed opportunities to reenter your world even if they are very sort lived the chance always exists even when ......

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...The young boy woke up floating, effortlessly above his own little, living, breathing, body that could be clearly seen below with his own intangible eyes, drifting… as if he were a concealed clo......

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...White is for rice and brides - ready to commit. White’s for ghosts and clouds or even carnations but it should never, ever, be used for privilege or worse yet, as poetic inspiration. I’ve been......

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...I had a passion for vibrant flowers, and I was often found in the garden, As one gains the haunting night bird songs, in burgundy skies darkening. My garden had many varieties of flowers, in coun......

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......a newly single woman speaks) I had a love and his love was beating in my heart And though it was possible physical It wasn't enough there, there was no spiritual part And though I found a way ......

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...laughter is a rare thing for me these days then you come along with colorful contrasts at first, i was very much reluctant then i became intrigued by your presentation of your introduction nothin......

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... Omnipresent spirit Humming with potential Energised as the kundalini Chooses to complete the loop Thus rising along spine to crown Continuing further dipping to third eye Allowin......

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