Staining Poems - Poems about Staining

..."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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...everybody’s dying everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying in this world we call insane and nobody knows it, ‘cause it’s part of the game and there is no resurrection once ......

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...It is her body by God, so they say, But by man and by rite, she belongs to him. The contract, black and white swirls, binding, signed in ink that bleeds into chains. He takes her as he pleases.......

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...Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore, A quiet deluge, seeping through seams, Staining the fabric of a life not hers— His shirt, his collar, his cuffs worn thin, Drenched in the sa......

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... I murmur like a rivulet through the hitch of your hands, where the canyons carve their parched longing into your fingers— where silences sublimate like cera, pooling beneath your <>...

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...Passionflowers winter-wilted and passionless, twining around the treillage of a wintry world, winter-weakened, flower-frail in the ice-vice of cold's hold. Ice-ivy creeping and strangling; a cru......

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... O n c e upon a medieval arc, when the coral night was engrossed in fuchsia epitaphs of fireflies, your fingers, embalmed in the fangs of february moon, shredded the love ~ ......

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