Riffles Poems - Poems about Riffles

...Personas have limits, boundaries veiled by the thin masquerade of pretense They whisper promises of identity, yet crack under pressure of reality's weight—poet She puts on her face while vapi......

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...Event: Anglo-Boer War 1899–1902—Measles epidemic in the concentration camps. In the voice of: Sannie Botha (a survivor). Jan’s cough kept me awake all through the night. The children ar......

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..."a featured poem in THE LANGUAGE OF LONELY SHADOWS ANTHOLOGY BY POET MISHECK Y KACHISUZI" THE UNHEARD A forgotten melody Blows through the windows of pain Tears fall, doubts remain A sorr......

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...Circus Life Inside, it smells like death and pain. And two beasts guard the heart of my brain. Puzzles and pieces scatter from the hilt. My spine breaks under this mountain of guilt. ......

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...You came and perceived, driving through every life tussle, in the hustle of frowns, smiles and laughter, conquering everyday tasks in your unique way! The poet in me acclaims and writes this po......

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... She's not yet a pre-teen. She is Herself everyday. She has no idea that anyone could hate her or think she is bad. She loves how strong she is and shows off her muscles proudly. She loves......

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...As I lay on my fluffy bed with my head tilted towards the ceiling, in trance, at dawn I felt my hair rising as a consolating presence so still as water, envelope me. A consecrated entity with face......

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...GHETTO ANGEL I'm always at peace yet I stick to my guns. Its paradoxical for my traits to take turns. Decipher the oxymoron in a peaceful worrier, No harmony or truce without wagging war. Peac......

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...Riffles, catching debris as it passes. Holding on to that which seems small Only to be dislodged when bigger comes Tiny and precious can dwell deep down Only to be washed out by a flood Disru......

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...pages of a book printed, written in all fonts characters, small or bold, tweet stories of the world sketches, images of sorts facades of all, not cajoles phases of a book happy faces on eac......

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...An old Point Man phoned, “Do ya think you can do it?. Driving doggies and cows from the flanks of Mt. Stewart?" Fattened on grass for a year they had stayed. “Move a river of horns down to Yaki......

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...Glistening like a mirror The turbulent waters stilled Reflecting insects skittering The call of a whippoorwill Subtle riffles across the pond Caused by a summer breeze, A magical movement clo......

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...I am fourteen. It’s a hot summer day in 1954. My mother, father, two brothers, one sister, and I Pile into our 1952 Chevrolet station wagon And head to Coady’s Creek in Perintown, Ohio. It’s ac......

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...I was once, a little child with no idea of who I would grow up to be. I was once, a little child wanting a hug and love. I was once, a little child wanting a word of kinds. I was once, a little ch......

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...Guilty by birth, A citizen by a vote A right that took centuries for women to exercise A narrative that still paints societies In two opposing colors With tension simmering underground And th......

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