Short Wear Away Poems
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Look! Its raining!
Drop everything,
and run outside!
Rain on me! Pour on me!
Wash me clean
of all my sins.
Wear away at
my hardened shell.
Smooth out the rough
edges of my words.
Give me life,
make me blossom.
Rain on me! Pour on me!
Form:
Age is
Just a Parcel
At teenage we were dates
By gray days we fade wear away
You are
A package and will get broken
Someday up the golden
Staircase falling
Backwards
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I sweep
And I giggle
I lap
And I break
I puddle around
And I run everywhere
I fill
And overflow
I cause disasters
And create miracles
People love me
And curse me
I come
And I go
I'm hard to hold
But that never changes!
I wear away
And renew
I am myself
And makeup most of you!
What am I?
Water
I know love with you...
The sea in violent wave
will not submerge our hearts,
The fires of fast fury
cannot finish the poetry of our tender touch,
The gales that gust grimly
will not wear away the warmth of our eyes,
The stubborn earth in it's shifts
shall not quake and crumble the structure of our love's monument...
Dedicated to my Love Muse...the future knows our pulse...
J.A.B.
scuffs in the pearl white floor
when she leaves the room,
for empty hospital hallway memories,
haze of sterile gloom
like snails, the chronic men
each slowly wear away,
their minds left to trail behind them,
their faces falling into decay
the grey walls with snake green stripes
always constricting them,
the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate
to which they have been condemned.
I'm sleeping away from hurt and metaphysical chuckles.
I need little time to track my wings and smile back at butterflies.
There are souls in the flower here but they speak of deceit and friction, perhaps i exist in the other side of my bed where bad influence is violet.
See what strings have cost my fingers of.
I have no flesh to wear away the hate and pain around the needle. My guitar is disturbing my peace.
The past lingers in your body.
The twinkle has faded along with
the color, the skin has sallowed.
The enamel and follicle begin to wear away,
becoming smooth like the age-old rock in the sand.
Tears have fallen less salty but more meaningfully.
They answer the questions certainly, wisely,
discarding the snake-skin of yesterday -
though it ceases to exist in living tissue,
it survives in the earth -
from the excrement of
your animal totem.