Wallpapered Poems - Poems about Wallpapered

...I dreamed I was inside a bulb— a cathedral of filament and glass— not dead not born….. but shumming**. Glass walls curved like time sealed but translucent my fingers curled around ......

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...It's amazing how much I thought I had healed. I thought I found safety and happiness, That I was moving past all the hurt from before. But it just snuck it's way into this home. Until every corne......

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...(A mystic whispers) Through this scrying mirror Be it by Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone Let my power Melt your heart of stone Through Wind, fire, wave, and sea I see you Are you re......

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...In the twilight of life, when the sun weeps its rays on the reddened sky of memories, I feel how autumn weaves its golden and rusty web over the garden of my weary soul, Each falling leaf is a lost......

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...On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift, Waves in the night, stirring depths where silent songs break in contemplation, I was just a step, a stray step, on the edge of the abyss to......

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...He was a father Now he's just an example of a man with feather Flying away from his responsibilities after/ All those words he altered. Maybe he thought we won't survive Mother struggled in d......

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...My hands are clammy as I try to unlock Uncle Nick's door, he left me the imposing house high on the hill as his heir, the Victorian structure is gloomy, and probably full of ghosts, who will wa......

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...For the next three poems I choose "I don't know?" and "baptism" since these are old poems that I found that survived the burnings. I no longer write like this, but the last of the three is more my sl......

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...“Another game?” “Yes, I think so but let’s change the rules. What if we create some holes in the game, three or four perhaps with parallel endings?” “Yes, I think that would be fun.” Who pred......

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...From ever-earlier nightfall, the scintillating stars emerge from September skies as from a Rembrandt canvas. It is good, during Virgo’s mild nights, to spread a blanket on an isolated hilltop- ta......

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... Portrait of an Unknown Written: by Tom Wright 7-18-2016 It was just an outsized oval portrait, Dusty and washed out by time; Always featured in the same location During my life at......

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...it was ill thought, my idea spoken that sat in the trees that branched out unlit. i tried to keep it quiet,  when the finger on your lip  screamed out to me to shush  but th......

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...today i saw the ghost of wanting and in his finest linens, he did dress he was made-up of may past-up, could of have been lovers that would like to have had been Perhaps, maybe, surly possib......

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