Short Erasure Poems

even erasure -
my meaningful memory
won't wrest wanton will
...

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new discoveries build
foundations of memories
to cherish with joy.......

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Each penstroke
    a commitment

  Every erasure
    a search
    for the elusive...

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found it out to be
some erasure poetry
was perfect for me

Is this what Trump did
at Mir-a-Lago?...

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The Erasure
By: Miracle Man
October 1 2021

I sought God’s forgiveness, and found the erasure for all my misdeeds.
...

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I love the blank, bare page
unmarred by usage
untouched by erasure
thirsty as desert sand 
expectant, waiting
to pull onto itself and hold
all the words of my heart....

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a black canvas
punctuated
with spots of gray

a circle
ending
where it began

a scream
in the head
that blinds

a parenthesis
expanding
into infinite erasure
...

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Seemingly

Nothing appears as me

Without nothing me is illusion..

Seemingly

Nothing can be missing

But never lost...

Yet nothing is a word 

Among all words

The erasure of which may

Also help......

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Pre Computer Age
By: Miracle Man
December 30, 2021

Coffee stains on unlined paper;
a number two lead pencil,
erasure mostly gone.

Thoughts that appeared as vapor;
I desired to be prehensile,
each break of dawn.


What was needed was a short pencil
with a long erasure.
Tom 
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volatile erasure
vehement evasion

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erosive volume
evasive venom

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DEATH STILLS #5


A caress brief that stills all pain,
Die then old grief that brought things vain.


To die feels strange yet strokes easy,
Seizure of change dims completely.


Only death frames a posture sure,
Forfeit brief name in erasure.


Concede dear soul old gravity,
Puzzle ends here as death sets free.

~~~~~~~~~




Leon Enriquez
03 February 2016
Singapore...

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Plains and mountains and poetic refrains
Mark the emergence from ages so dark
Pains ease with the erasure of blood stains
Stark in crimson where once rested a park
Rains return the flowers to dormant lanes
Lark and Robin and the sounds of a bark
Are welcome signs of a Spring without war
Far from thoughts of my ashes in a jar

6-15-19
Contest:  Rima Ottava
Sponsor: Charles Messina...

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roving black hole
devours
a misplaced life
somewhere
in the futile fog
of wandering warfare

it's baked in the cruel cake:
an ultimate deletion
is coming for us all
with groaning glee

we scratch an incendiary itch
under the hood of 
a mutilating maelstrom
where cryptic terror gushes 
from loose AI cannons

I fear it all
but there's nothing
to fear but 
the imperfect 
storm...

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What houses the atmosphere of long ago 
in the space we knew so well
now - replaced by what - other thing
recycled air now consumed by others - repackaged
emboldened with more tireless times
bumping into puffs of air we ingested in that place
tearing down of walls combine not with erasure of essence
lingering there and in my heart
so little - so large
as to straighten my back once again
with the whole of it...

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I have had the pleasure
Of watching one’s treasure
And dared to then measure
What one did at leisure…

Man fails not to treasure
What fetches him pleasure:
For them goes at leisure
And them take full measure

Of eyes the cynosure,
For the camera sure,
Then doors slam for closure:
There shouldn’t be censure;
Kisses with their pressures,
Sex with all its seizures,
Morals for erasure…

Who’d save man from pleasure?...

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Based on observable 
And well-documented evidence,
War is nothing but the deliberate
And systematic erasure of human life,
With the purpose of achieving 
Some political goal.
In quantifying the variables 
That factor into the equation,
There is not, so much, 
A calculus of war, 
As there is a basic arithmetic,
And it is computed 
With the rubber end of a pencil.
In a war of attrition, 
God is on the side 
Of the big erasers....

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Substantial quadrants of hate

Throughout these veins circulate

Spiraling in frenzied states

Adrift an ailing coma


Infinite corruption clawed my corneas

Birthing the erasure of euphoria

Imprinting trademarks of memoria

Leaving in wake vile aromas



All confidence dissolved to solvents

Due to definitive involvement

Susceptible to gaunt installments

Marring my skin with melanoma



Mother Earth serves as a mime

Humanity must be refined...

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