Veiny Poems - Poems about Veiny

...A haunting past that trails behind, An unnerving shadow that fails to blend. The harrowing voices that curve the bend, Sending your sanity off to the other end. The gleaming red eyes that tend ......

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...Quote by author: Angel feather colors hold no meaning, if the messenger of God is not a paragon of virtue. Every year she wore the plumage with such grace and her beauty raptur......

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...Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe. One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over. Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving f......

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...At the crossroad Where I cried and rise to stardom Unchained from within And sing a song of freedom There my seed would be, shouting "Father well done" ! At the crossroad Where the scrip......

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...I never have the right words to say.. It feels the people i look up to, look at me then look away.. Im not formal enough, nice enough.. just blunt and straight up in a world that's f**ked up Mayb......

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...Part I: My mother’s Voice. “There’s something not quite right.” My mother’s doctor said. The murmur in your heart. I think we’ll make a start, to take a look, and book a bed ......

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..."Use my Oil and Mill my Seed My healing powers are all you need' I am Me Set me Free - by Maria Williams   Leopard girl searches at night for her lost leopard who took fright. She ......

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...look at me appear to be Brutal, broken beauty within the villainous, vocal vision Bold, bloody beauty within the voluptuous, virtuous vision Bad, beauty within the vibrant, violet decision ......

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...Light—I was barely even myself, but some light… Her light—no my own enemy Himself! —The Lord Eternal!— How could I let this happen to me? – And I could feel my hand around h......

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...A fragment of matted stone breaks surface. It is already colonized by moss and fungi factories; eventually they will churn green spawn into rural Ohio towns; not yet of course, ‘yet’ has to wai......

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...and thus free verse runs amok as prose with line breaks that must be just supposed to make a turn – or not – get caught in rhythmic flow or rambling thought. But then again it’s all the same –but no......

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...veiny leaflet wisp transported on a gentle wind until she met a spider’s web lacey floaty thing imagined by a faerie king caught hard and fast dried and motionless now a brown and crumbly ......

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...The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a ......

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...The brightly warm golden glow from the a flamed small ebony wick of a beige wax candle Flickers aimlessly as the base is undauntedly uplifted by its wood carved handle... As I try to stead......

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...The bottle was found upon the shore, looking forlorn and green with a cork, it wasn't impressive except that a note was folded inside ready to be read by the beachcomber with delight. Seagull......

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