Rinsed Poems - Poems about Rinsed

...When the heart feels the weight of unvoiced verses, as the verdant embers of Venus follow the frozen warmth and the permafrost flickers of persimmon and cinnamon, like poetry slipping throu......

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...“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named, felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed, gentled by His touch, w......

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...I trace bitter trials of another Helios spark~ as a collapsed marionette, barely seeing colors of clarity, between onyx-glazed flames, tangled in the hollow temple carved in mediev......

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... Earth worms form drum circles rising through new-rinsed mud, to nurse the soil.......

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...L i f e a prison of pretense and I still dream of walking through tempests of chaos barefoot, allowing stones and pebbles to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac, as ashes of yesterday e......

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... An inarticulate artist, I wanted to paint the lone life’s landscape, effervescent, the construed course of a river called desire unrestrained, meandering its way......

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... The dry stem of a lonesome vine of vivacity, now painfully curled, rooted frozen, entwining the desiccated verdant veins, sways chilled in the winter wind of desolation. The sleeping passio......

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...Where the tide licks a sandy beach a running ripple thins to wash a ring of rounded pebbles - there, a muddy ribbon trickles through brine rinsed trinkets surged up as a slosh of time f......

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... The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently from the cauldron of boundless blankness of timeless infinity that the sky starts to shape at the edge of dwindling dusk, its condensed r......

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...I rise from the white-wine siesta, letting go of the serpentine songs, like a crimson-winged dragonfly lost in the poppy prairies of Persephone, untangling my prisoned heart chained by the c......

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...She never cleans me I thought he might break down and do it Because I have seen him wash up the microwave And yesterday he rinsed the sink I am smelly, sticky, and irritated. There is crusty g......

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... “on an as is where is basis we choose descent of consciousness into the gross then we rise again following heart’s muse higher than where stood, bearing love’s cross” Unseeking Seeker......

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..."Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, which once vibrated with indigo streams in sparks of salient storms ~ I soar across melancholic mangroves, fathoming, if I am the......

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...I’m Onomato-pea-a The window is my home. I love the sounds of cooking At day, at dusk, and dawn. Mom clomps into the room And clicks on every light The curtain whooshes open, I wake up, “No ......

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... The nebulous night lifts the onyx veil up the crimson crown of the sky, for the dawn to drizzle golden sequins on the halcyon horizon, paint purple the mauve meadow for the dreaming dew d......

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