Ricochets Poems - Poems about Ricochets

..."The darkened sky stole my tears," replaced the heat of hurt with jewels, specks of lunar-glazed silver dust, to see me sip rose-wine reveries of midnight, where procrastinated promis......

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...Staring into the stratospheric abyss Cumulus clouds swiftly drift along. As I stand at a dusty precipice, The white-hot heat of the sun beating down, Microscopic gravel crunches beneat......

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... Leave the ground to fly upward forever a quintillion atoms blasting astray It’s April 20, Crack open an Easter egg be careful not to drop, if a Fabergé Celebrate Apollo 16, NASA’s high poin......

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...A whiff of my kitchen, a medicinal pill, the side order of rain drools at a windowsill. An utterance precedes a service; the rumble, the window slides itself shut. A bumble bee ricochets off a ......

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... my mind is an abstract vase, adorned with crystal gold lines~  from pixelated pearls homing whimsical wishes                and blue-rose reve......

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... "L o v e lives in the archaic abyss of an endless ocean, where wind and waves rhyme with the blues in scented stillness" As ec......

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... set for life to be a success takes an element of luck a big sledgehammer fortuitous r......

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...{“The salty ocean splashes and smears against my knees and I cannot help but mistake it for the bleeding of my heart they tarnished and flashed open. From the cool air that shafts within the breeze, ......

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...A-rush In a feather ruffling frenzy cooling the flamboyant sunrise muffling the warblers with waffling winds chilling the audience in an ice-like stare your shivery essence ricochets throug......

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...I am going to see the lights. The glow of the city will make a perfect backdrop to the painting I am envisioning. Far enough away to see the twinkle of headlights and the shine of skyscrapers, but ......

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...In the labyrinth of bone-like thoughts, where the echo of pain ricochets madly, I desperately seek a prosthesis for my soul, maimed by life and disappointments. Where is the cosmic workshop that fo......

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...What happened to my sex drive? (sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone). Once pronounced libido of mine took kamikaze nose dive, ......

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...I write my thoughts on paper, let ink of my soul glow, amidst the grief I carry in echoing stillness, for it is through words, I’ve found healing,...

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...I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome... Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor nothing short of an imminent civil war dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021 oddly enough e......

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...The violence is my addiction The pain keeps me lingering It's like my self-diagnosed prescription Every shade of red now I find it triggering. I want to stop it for once and for all But my bod......

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