Spines Poems - Poems about Spines

...Spoken Word: “Last Days in the Empire” By Alejandro Diego Z. MA Psych Is America the Next Babylon? They built this dream on a haunted field, Blood in the bricks, but the scars don’t heal. ......

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...They stood like rhymes on fencepost spines with wisdom scrawled in shaving thymes— a roadside gospel, terse and sweet that preached with meter, grit, and heat. Rosemary likes a clean-shave......

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...In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back fr......

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... FORGE AHEAD Forge ahead, spines are steel anger, tragedy, treachery heal betrayal merely a step on ladders Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue man......

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..."Fear of something is at the root of hate for others, and hate within will eventually destroy the hater." -George Washington Carver "Men often hate each other because they fear each other; they ......

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...The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research......

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...She is a self-driving car. As far as the farthest object, my eyes cannot believe she is Captain of a spaceship that she built from spent foil paper rolls. The aluminium was self-made. Books a......

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...I am the pause in a planet’s breath, a glitch in the code between birth and death. I am the whisper in fungal lace, routing news through forest space. I’m tectonic gossip, slow and deep, a qua......

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... The weighty volumes lined up row on row, A universe of knowledge waiting to bestow Its secrets vast in bindings strong and deep, A silent promise, wisdom it would keep. Remember pulling ......

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... Higo M Chumbo By Sostenuto de Cencerro occurring in the same syllable. ......

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...There is no slave of Hecate it’s sea soft shell saves and covers me though no bliss unaware but the pull of her hair drags her back to reality though sand soft curves It limestone hurts yo......

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...The door opens, but I am not the new Mrs. de Winter, just an awkward shadow slipping into normalcy, where words are thicker than hardcovers— silence clinging like dust to the spines of books wit......

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...In the city of dread, Lies a haunted, ghostly homestead. The masonry draped in cascade of red, Shared a foul, rot & putrid smell as he's dead. Deeply I endured & tried hard to encroach, A sigh......

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...Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on ......

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...The deep, heartfelt ache, heaviness piled onto shoulders; the feeling of unattainable past experiences, the moments of mere temporary bliss, the unavoidable changes. No permanency tacked down,......

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