Sibilance Poems - Poems about Sibilance

... I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts. But I get no response, not even an echo return. Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices And along seastrands wi......

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...In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites I ruminate— no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality my qui......

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...The clamor heard In the urgently raucous awakening of Spring Slowly dies down During the lethargic sibilance of Summer, But quickly revives With the crunchy tanginess of Fall, Only to be subdu......

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... Written: May 20, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Siren stunningly sprung a sanguine sway sailboat sheaths spread, and storms swell  splendid summer shoreli......

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...Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys, Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, I paid my way through the colliery With but a baker's dozen of years behind me. Seduced by the hanging-left red sc......

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...NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy- NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering- NIL latency in thoughtfoam fr......

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...I was lost, thoroughly lost and sat brooding. Dejected and desperate with no one to share, Withdrew into the dark caverns of my own shell, Snapping all connections with the outside wor......

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...Choose unironically ripping off a film to be ironic Choose now because then will never be enough Choose puff puff puff puff puff pass because you’ll never have enough Choose feeling guilty in the ......

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...Soft sibilance departed a while past now; lost in family, familiarity, an indiscretion. Soulless silence interposes churlish crows. The weightiness of strangled screams hangs heavy deafening t......

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...How I wish to scuttle alone, over a gentle river, from bank to bank, in a small boat, rowed with a bamboo pole. The call of the wild is an irresistible call, to venture into th......

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...over the sky sun opens his third eye red tint spreads clouds float high- fluffy white. birds fly high, feast to the eye. one can feel the calm sibilance, of a blue tranquil lake......

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...Out in the sea, sailing on a stormy night With the wind sweeping in fury all around The racing clouds veiling the moon from sight Leaving the land for Darkness to surround The soft ......

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...Staying by the sea, now at sunset With the light slowly fading into greyness And the waters lying quiet A peace fills me as never before Dismal fears barred entry into the soul Min......

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...When I am a healthy Norwich person I hope to feel warm and joyful gratitude for compassionate nonviolent communicators past and present With cooperatively nonpartisan bipartisan dipolar co-ar......

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...Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats. A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine that failed to quench the civil mob. ......

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