Valves Poems - Poems about Valves

... I. He lives inside me, not sleeping—just leaning against the dark rafters of my chest. A moss-backed troll I call him Atlas, though he looks more like the rock in his garden— He kee......

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...your love ~ my muse your voice ~ my prose             s l i                 p                      s and sails in the sky ~ stroking the silhouette of snow-kissed mountains, m......

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... Immortal Al, the poet. Yes, and don’t he know it And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. He’s not just any or ord......

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... ~ Our Coral Atoll ~ Like incense fills the valves of the chambers of my soul. Love for life, like a gentle river, totally flooded me. ......

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...I’m avoiding real life behind the safety of my front door, a machine left to cool in the dark, fuelling when I can, pushing through with oil instead of blood. Belts seize, tensioners wound to......

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...I have this awful feeling that the universe is changing its shape, and the earth is going to increase the human race, the Meteorites are sailing through the sky, and the earth is racing in a differen......

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...I have braved the river of truth just to see what you would do, I have passed through the sea of time just to see if you were mine But hope lingers on the days gets longer and the moments get close......

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...I'm going to have a heart attack, the day is coming soon It's a fact iv come to deal with, I know I'm not immune One day I will fall to the ground, My life will be over, the words in my head wil......

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...Lies are bad, lies are sad, Lies can kill, lies will make you mad Lies will find away to come back out Break your heart, now let's bring you back to the start Born into a house of lies, you cou......

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...Some people wind up with twisted knickers When they get insulted by nitpickers Words are sticks and stones Causing moans and groans When they hear heckling whispers and snickers Women used to ......

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...How much can i be vicious? How much can i be worst ? If i stop forgetting and start holding.. The devil whispers in my ear  Heart started to sink . Lets just forgive  Then here comes villainous......

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...He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again with his tool bag and......

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...fade out from the camera lens the lotus bloomed from the broken glass soil all things came into perspective as every toil was put into focus every shard set a different scene a series kaleidos......

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...You spoke a new language of rarefied air guided nonchalantly through curving channels of brass Conduits of cool juries of jazz floating past soulful valves harbingers of what w......

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...“I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay” Sara Evans My heart no longer beats the same, as I’ve wiped away tainted tints on vain valves. Bleeding out sh......

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