Staining Poems - Poems about Staining

...My name is printed in a column, Politely, like a queue, A school crocodile line. Two words in staining ink. My fingertips, They have turned black, Tracing lines of a curling print, Prints burn......

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...They start thick— not the polite kind you stir into tea not the mild drizzle on breakfast toast but the kind that runs hot slow dangerous coating your tongue before you grasp the pric......

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...I’m walking beside a garden of stone stilled angels Their eyes are unmoving But their soul is cowering I’m cut between the heat of the earth, The burning sun and the salty sky I can’t choose ......

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...I. Sighting I saw you through refracted light- a prism of chance splitting ordinary into spectrum. Wind-tangled hair terra cotta and rosemary beneath your nails th......

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...Like a can of pop overflowing, Pent up emotions in me overtaking, Old feelings saturating the newest feeling, Afraid of when the table will start turning. Like the cola soda covering A table i......

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...You bind my hands, Command me to kneel For what you know are my final moments. (Surely you know this will kill me) You take your axe, Split me down the middle- Clean. And I open. You rip ......

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..."People expect all stories of abuse to be loud and angry but they're not. Sometimes they're quiet and cruel and swept under the rug." ~ Trista Mateer When the......

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...“The power of the will is a fire That lies not outside, but within oneself.” By author **************************************************************** ......

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... A silent confidante, bound in paper, waiting. Each blank page, a breath held, a moment unspooled. Ink bleeds stories, laughter caught mid-air, tears staining the fragile fibers. Se......

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...Bliss as words like wine pour over a pure slate, staining it with their meaning and reddening it with their tones. Fervor takes over; the scene unfolds like something already decided as one lett......

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...The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall, More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl. The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light, It roars for hours from town center with fright, Stainin......

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... God Absconded – Holy Saturday The morning of that blood flow day As Christ was dragged across the way, Beaten, scourged, purple mockery, Crown of thorns, tempting apothecary, Force walk thro......

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...pomegranates aren’t messy. there quite a few who don’t have a clue of how to handle the delicate fruit so it doesn’t spew They take one look And determine its some type of crook don’t e......

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...Plastic pink flamingos often placed in the front yard to replace the candles of a birthday cake. I wonder how old the neighborhood skeleton is… —by Poet Bare Bones Yard skele......

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...I am the messenger I come from above the message I bring is joy happiness and love. I am the second messenger I come from Below The message I bring is of hurt death and woe. My message from......

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