Semaphore Poems - Poems about Semaphore

...Streetlight dander. Jawbone asphalt. Blink razors carve her iris script. Rib stars ovulate in feral grates, mechanical tongue juts a bloodline breath. Keystroke ruin writes in collapse, a wavefo......

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...We spoke in semaphore of smirks, a dialect of sideways quirks— our mouths full of mirage and pun, unconscious artists come undone. She, a flower in a field of noise, parsed our pose as preenin......

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...In layers of the unconscious mind, Where desire and fear are hard to find. Through symbols and there metaphors, We seek to find those open doors. Through corridors of thought, we roam, Hearts ......

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...I’m done with co-dependence or so I say I’ve burnt so many effigies for others I’m the giver in my codependency The taker burns all my oxygen She used to grant just a puff to breathe Her flame ......

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... Hot summer afternoons and the call of glistening water lapped a child's mind with a want. Just home from work we would pester our father until he relinquished and took us to the beach. ......

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...knew him as he walked in A Port boy by the size of his grin That went from ear to ear And we shook hands like old friends dear There was sea water in his veins And a story for each move of his......

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...sun hat on a yellow peg semaphore light shape-shifting on spanish tiles buttermilk blinds flap broken slats a trapped sky hums lazy crumb songs light spreads sticky wings o......

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...It is most important to not hurt a cats soul for it is the perfect balance of nobility and ridiculousness, be gentle with its finer feelings they are more sensitive than yours. Do be not laugh......

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...Cockroaches backstroke lazily in pools of condensed milk. Stacked newspapers pile up, yellowing ingrained tabloids. Her bed has a curved spine, her couch is a witchery shaped coven, a semaph......

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...Another dawn has won over a defeated night. The wounded and dead, as always are hidden between time zones, a brutality too far away, and not enough to tremble grills in backyards or rock local be......

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...Brightness peeps into yellowing net curtains; brief wafts of a semaphore sky. An elderly lady has planted her mind in an apartment, lightbulbs burn out, are never replaced; sunshine squints t......

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...Stars blink out; another dawn triumphs over a defeated night. The wounded and dead hidden by time zones. Echoes of a brief brutality, too far off to rattle backyard grills and beer cans. Let us ......

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...Recall the midwife To the cenotaph War is over For now at least Nothing but poppy petal buttercup remain in tact to blow away this coming eve Or grow from flounder's red sodden f......

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...In my study, against the wall Stands my wish guitar. And I Caress it in my arms, let fly Some chords; Ocean spall. I feel deep deep down I can Play and make up a tune; Sure would be over the ......

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...Daylight slips in and out of yellowing net curtains. Sunny wafts semaphore the sky. An old lady has planted her mind in closets, in drawers where an off-white linen recalls lavender......

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