Staging Poems - Poems about Staging

..."Where does it hurt?" she asks, clipboard like a shield, pen cocked like a firing pin. "Here," I say, pointing to the silence just beneath my ribcage. Not the lungs. Not the liver. The place wh......

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...As always, in the days before you arrive, I fall ill. A premonitory sign of the melancholy to come. Some part of me is staging an intervention. But doubled over, I double down. I tell myself i......

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...Tears form in my eyes, It's no surprise. I can't understand why, I don't really want to die. I know its unhealthy, But I Loved getting high. It's hard to stop this guy, The harde......

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...In autumn, I came upon a garden of errant souls And saw several souls sequestered there. Some were well-known and some were fools, But others were only tarrying there. Though the sanguine souls w......

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...Who is this envious backdrop with tears of joy? With blushing tableau, if you only knew curtains can talk. ......

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... A conch shell idles on a serendipitous shoreline a nearby sea furthers as an ebbing tid......

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...Placed Fist in: Pick a Title, Vol 41 Poetry Contest Sponsored by Edwrad Ibeh Inner Sanctum In the very depth of my heart......

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... Connections, how are they made? Perceptions waved in radio, station identification made, declared, paved. Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere. Staging place o......

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...the sun low in the sky yearns for a leap into night as shadows squeeze their way into bedrooms like shapeless dragons for children cocooned to an early bed staging thoughts like puppet plays ......

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...A poem unlived is a poem merely written -- sustenance our words let the body digest with heartfelt regurgitation – a poem unlived is a poem merely written as well as tasty center, a hea......

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... It was a difficult lesson but alcohol Was what taught me how to fall To scratch and claw to a perch so high It's hard but I sigh I've gotta say goodbye From here on I will walk this lonely ......

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... blueberry hued moon lullaby on stardust waves - solaces embrace ......

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...Between frosty cobalt-cliffs, cruise-ship hesitates to pause, Amidst ice sculptures echoing cheers of spirited applause, Mesmerizing enthralled sights evincing awe-struck trance, Lauding vast geli......

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...They called the Willow Bunch they lurked around the Ruschello Mio looking to find jobs. They had skills to impress and they wished to work. They sawed wood for the canteen, They were butchers ......

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...They are a group of people with special powers, They are a class of people with unique abilities, Males and females with human frailties, They are united in their pursuits. Called to be defende......

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