Stubbles Poems - Poems about Stubbles

... Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle; fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble - To wit: - the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me. Far far ready to say m......

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...Twenty-four hours ago, the wind ran across the lake searching for a place to land. Some shingles followed, torn from their topless roots. This morning there is some abuse, feathers fly on their......

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...In the morning in the mirror, the first face I see I grab the towel and wash my face to see a clearer me I can see it in my face that I can face today You are beautiful I say, before I walk away ......

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...Money does not walk anymore. It talks as if he were a dead best friend that has let me down. I want to nudge it send it to loved ones with a note saying: "sorry this is all the talk I got." ......

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...(for Columbus) In this season of hornbills and sesame grains, Your colors become sharper than war cries. In this season of brow-antler-deers and new rice, Our colors become bloody and drip like......

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...He takes a tea-spoonful of reddish tonic. Dried stubbles sprout within his old skull. Memories froth in the vast past… His mom applies bitter neem paste on her nipples like the inaugural ......

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...In stubbles of your kisses I search for red plums I heard your hair's Rumblings in clouds and Your silence broke a pine-bough Last night This morning a panting bud Sighs for a hopeful bloom an......

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...ALLADDIN’S LAMP Walking a day by Almeria’s desert Where are shot Western films And other variegated games Suddenly I put mine’s right foot In the Alladdins’ mouth lamp And, in a flash, I heard ......

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...A flamed anguish gathers in a bleak cellar of gray nights pounding on my veins, steaming through a roughened flesh; that in my days I have lost passion’s luster and solitude is the......

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...have you ever seen a bird uncombed or a kittens hair disshovled is a lions mane unmanagable or a rodents fur in stubbles the wolves teeth are always straight never a miss aligne and animals ......

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...Dark stripe night-like silvery shadow, Bottom of an earthen pot of a kind, Hallowed sepia-eyes of Black Dahlia in her dying glow Expressway etched intaglio, Through miles of my crazy driving ......

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