Woolf Poems - Poems about Woolf

Have you read the note? It speaks of the doom of the liquid element. An inclement weather, grey, and with the fuss of a bleached lightning, Besieges the tick of the clock. Must have been a bland Sunday, which retreated From the temerity of old wine, Haunted by the lonesome refrains of exhausted hymns. The belfry yawned loosely.... But quiet crept in like...

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Prelude to what….. I see you, / you / yes, come into my…… laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging. where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought and savage syntax shatter like glass on concrete. Where Titans clash their pens both spear and shield signifier and signified in eternal dance. What truths lie hidden in the battle's tolling roll call. Just what...

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In Virginia's mind, a tempest swirled, A brilliant mind, yet shadows curled. Words flowed like a river deep and wide, Yet within her soul a tumultuous tide. She danced with joy, a fleeting waltz, Yet battled demons, unseen assaults. To the lighthouse of her soul, she'd strive, But darkness whispered, she couldn't survive. A room of her own, a refuge sought, Yet the waves...

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as i began to understand Virginia Woolf her voice from a room of her own i realized i was upon a mountain she had exposed the molehill it was the dirt soon revealed a tunnel entering it opened a new horizon where i finally fully grasped the world surrounding Jane Austen in that moment the mist upon the horizon disappeared and i could finally...

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I’m lost, the snow’s so deep, red scarf left as a mark, but gone, I need to nap, a busy night, Santa and Rudolph will miss me Sleep, I must sleep, so tie my shoe around a tree with thorn, Must prepare for dread, for what lies ahead, a villager passing heard My sleepy voice, and from beneath a...

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Watch the rodents and regulars Sifting through the spiritless so-so Of their sake. Rushing for a room In the established B&B, Avocados and aperitifs Swelling their bellies and slowing their minds. Always wary of all their wares, Reapers of replication. The competition of the committee For no tribute, nor travesty, just toll. Watch the stickmen and society Parade through the pith paths Of their poetry. Dawdling for...

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The most imperfectly Compatible almost-couple… Framed in unwanted proximity Coated in fool’s gold In worst case, we’ll hold onto each other forever You’re always just a drink away Along with every Honey that ever came by You’ll end up on the bathroom floor Crush the ice between your teeth And smile as it melts in your mouth Don’t provoke me I’ll get you back, just...

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