Uncoiling Poems - Poems about Uncoiling

... A dragon's spine, uncoiling across mountains, a serpent of stone, breathing the dust of centuries. Not just a wall, but a scar, a whisper, a testament to emperors' dreams, and the sweat ......

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...Once more, I am thinking about writing - coils are uncoiling, snakes study the intricate anatomy of legs and next steps. My audience of one must be propped up as if yet still alive, geriatric......

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...It starts gently—like a setting sun, a tingling drift uncoiling in my abdomen, tracing meticulous pathways through my frame. It slithers into my mind, a weight both foreign and familiar, a harb......

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...I want you to know I care, That it gets hard out there, Stay vigilant and aware, Look towards the light, Make sure your love stays bright, Even throughout the souls' dark night. You......

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...These blatant lives we lead with our guts hanging out between pretty words. I remember (after the failed gastric surgery), when gore spilled out of my prone body; that slow unwinding of blank ......

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...As I stand before this old, dilapidated house, A structure fast decaying and about to crumble, With its walls painted grey and white, And the plaster bearing cracks and marks, Memories l......

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...“The broken pieces of our heart like shards of glass are difficult to be glued up. It needs great care and craftsmanship to mend it.” ~ By Poet The night stood, veiled like an assassin. Leaving ......

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...What secrets dwell in Poesy's heart, veiled by verse? Why on the edges of our perception do they dance? What are life's essence and course, when blight strikes our hearts with introspe......

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...“Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house, can you hear the whispering? " Quote by _Constance La France Standing before this old, dilapidat......

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...These blatant lives poets lead with their guts hanging out, gore hid between beautiful words. I remember (after the failed surgery), when guts spilled out of my actual body; that unwinding of ......

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...From here and there, I hear him speak His voice, falling in mild whispers But he always plays hide n’ seek Never once I could see his countenance At times he speaks loud n’ clear Sometimes so ......

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...When I stopped Dancing (new edit, 2022) I stopped dancing first when the screeching screaming voice, cut into my small, happy, care-free body like a sharp knife cuts into warm butter, t......

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...The slow red sun falls through the dusk gray sky Shadows from bird's wings glide casually by Feathered limbs carry them away from night They float through skies of layered painted light The d......

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...These blatant lives we lead with their guts hanging out, yet only between beautiful words. I remember (after the failed surgery), when guts spilled out of my real body; that unwinding of bla......

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...Gradually the crystalizing dawn -- more hardened Than folded steel --- more sharper than The blade that cuts! Wisps of thin vapour, once loitering insidiously At the steps of each ......

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