Whittles Poems - Poems about Whittles

...The year I became seasick I lived in a bungalow on the edge of a wilderness moor. The sky and land grappled together for supremacy of my soul, Inner dogs whined, my eyes were portholes wher......

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...Frost has cracked the sky, the air scintillates, fragments and splinters of light shred through layers of any a softer luminescence. Blue and white shrapnel bounce off a shattered vibrancy. ......

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...Hearing my thoughts I considered again Last chance to refashion What time whittles thin Word after word They pass by in refrain Assuaging my doubts Repeating — my name (Dreamslee......

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...The con man wears a greasy, porcelain grin trumpets like a swan but the soul of a raven. From paper mâché pulpit. he'll surely sling thrice tainted blood drops passed off as gems. His complime......

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...I don’t want to die, the spring doves cried. Down the streets and coffee shops each step in the pavement whittles it down bit by bit. I don’t want to die, the flyers say, through ten laye......

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...the tempered veil of years with a weave of sweet and sour can be lavish like the pleasurable return of good deeds take what you learn from sky high places that ......

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...As the queen of the night, the lamp blooms on my study table, illuminating my thoughts. In the darkness, the torch whittles a way for my vision. ......

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... Fear not that critique whittles my will, Fear that lack of such may wilt my quill. Fear not a lonely path in the dark, Fear my pyro craft runs out of ......

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...Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants shaped by boyhood aspirations diminutive left foot striker taunted "dwarf" in childhood his growth hormone deficiency overcome thr......

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...It's fall and trees are turning brown, they beat small and swirl in the air, wavy, curly, crimson, blonde, bare. Life's gold ring slightly free to drown, around a bright world went ......

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...You know, it is rather difficult to discuss mental health The simile of the racing thoughts is a swift flight Swift, and Intrepid like an Arabian horse, Sometimes, too hard to decipher, even.......

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...Bedsprings crochet bones together. His back is sutured to gripes stitched to gummy joints. In the toilet, avoiding the mirror, humming softly, shunning conversation with himself - the ceiling......

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...The cedar dock splinters out to the moon's shine Like the second hand ticking along A white-faced clock Drawing in loose boats and green moths To its sweep of time Is there any difference Bet......

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...Hours nibble at a back strain. Tenuous strings were pulled lifting water bottles. You wonder how weak and fragile you are. How vulnerable to these ancient red tides within that can bend your i......

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...~ for Sami ~ oh ... a pity, that … such sweet sadness, yours my lovely lass, lost ... do not let your lip tremble so ... it was not made for such iniquity it was not shaped to sublime......

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