Spiderwebs Poems - Poems about Spiderwebs

...She was a vampire; we hung together for a while. Not a drop of my blood dripped from her lips, and yet, gradually my soul, (that wise infant who has taken up temporary residences in the hovel o......

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... Like glass catching light scatter across the sky each shard a silver of history a world once whole now dispersed into the quiet between afterthoughts Time drips at its edge sp......

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...Savvy silver vanity set howls on the edge of an antique dresser; The ballerina’s festooned curls aglow in the mirror’s reflection; On the edge of an antique dresser an eidolon sits pointe sho......

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...In Search of Lost Meaning In the twilight of my thoughts, where shadows weave their silent dance, I drift through the labyrinth of existence, a whisper in the void, A fleeting echo in the vast tap......

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...It's the weekend (Friday night). Lisa and I are hangin’, music’s playing, and we’re rummaging through my suitcase, for an outfit option, for me, tonight. Call it cliché, but we like going out - and g......

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...We are born into a world of sublimated madness, calculated with the precision of a broken clock, amid the shattered stained glass of desolate factories, where the echo of emptiness reverberates, in......

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...The girl and her smile straddle the rainbow neon hair the fluid cascades of northern lights seafoam cloak the ripples outgrown by the shore she adores the breeze adorned with gems emeralds fly fr......

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... Written: March 28, 2024 For Constance La France Contest Quote: (The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.) Marcel Proust...

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...a small green gecko smiling in the palapa watching everything arachnids calmly weave intricate spiderwebs waiting in shadows a striped iguana sunbathing on the smooth rocks watching the......

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... When the hoar frost spins, spiderwebs of feathered ice, the sun does not shine. ......

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...In my place nobody longs to die but they don’t care to live their “like this” In my place there’s echoes of silent outcry enduring deaths slow burning kiss In my place shattered photographs of......

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...an inexplicable lure of cold drawn into treacherous footing a spark of recognition on that sharp inhalation of ice-ridden air t......

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...Our home was lit with autumn's spicy scent. Now spent are the forms that had something to hold: votive molds, photo frames, vases.... forsaken. The form within my breast, too, is forsaken, no l......

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... "Peace in the Nowhere" Ghosts remain in this place they read their words marked each day on walls like prayers, it gives them peace in the nowhere someplace relevant ......

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..." "bolstered" hardwood buckling to be free. "A safe place to hide" is looking vastly glum. I cling to the shadows like "coffee table gum." "Winter contemplations" are an everyday thing, like "blackout poetry---detached," a missing ring. "Forsaken" "spiderwebs" hold your "signature scent," though they are as broken as bent. "Winter twigs wither" like a limp "paper boat" immersed in a "defenseless," old moat. "All that remains" "for the h......

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