My Hairied History
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Day one out of the womb – had a full crop of hair,
black like my daddy’s (it later went more fair).
Early childhood – Mom kept my brown hair short
because I’d twist it into knots. What a silly...
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Categories:
uncolored, growth, hair,
Form: Other
Last Trains At the End of An Echo
...Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth
The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
in search of the comfort of others
clattering, grinding wheels singi...
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Categories:
uncolored, allegory, anger, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
An Eloquent Silence
...I was once argumentative, though I am not at all proud of the fact,
I was extremely opinionated, expressing my views with little tact.
It is not that I was malicious, but I really thought I knew ...
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Categories:
uncolored, fantasy, love, peace, people,
Form: Couplet
Beneath Somber Skies
...i stand
beneath this somber sky
lost in the depths
of its misty eyes
sharing my tears
in this new year
dawning upon me
uncolored
unfocused
like these thoughts
of finding love
along life's ...
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Categories:
uncolored, home, life, lonely, rain,
Form: Free verse
Dove-Like Bloom
...Dove-like bloom, uncolored queen bee in full sphere.
10.05.16
For Silent One's contest
"One liner about YOU"...
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Categories:
uncolored, flower, inspirational, wisdom, woman,
Form: Monoku
White
...My deep empty eyes pits
Sink further into my clean skull
As the cracks in the dry ceiling
Smile down at my prone body
I’m in place like a packing peanut
In this soft little box
That pills and taut c...
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Categories:
uncolored, confusion, life, me, drug,
Form: Free verse
Pop
...a disinteresting air
another gaze
within a full length mirror
a persnickety grimace
bandaids
the severed slices
of crystal
sleeping
within my
larynx
excuse my idiotcy
not utilizi...
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Categories:
uncolored, introspection
Form: Free verse
The Umbrella
...Like the hour of sleep approaches,
Everything goes down.
In the direction of everything
I close my eye in search of rest,
And I find a dream,
Without an answer of the rain
As lightning and thun...
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Categories:
uncolored, artfear,
Form: Imagism
The Robbery
...Africa! Africa!
Such a beautiful word to thy ear
You speak of great wealth
In your land’s enrichment
And of your knowledge.
Africa! Africa!
I’m sorry for what happened to you
All of the hur...
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Categories:
uncolored, black african american, history,
Form: Free verse