Wormwood Poems - Poems about Wormwood

Most often we misthought, yet understood The bitter truth that nothing here is good Our earthly life, of reason is unbrewed That hides the pain and hurt which we allude This root of gall ...

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I came back weary from the distant road, Yet I returned singing, calling it "homeland." Golden plains, stretching into the blue sky, I longed for the scent of your wormwood. Soft, dusty earth, swirling in golden clouds, From this dust, your child weaves verse aloud. To my eyes, it’s dearer than fire itself, The remains of earth huts, the village I’ve felt. The...

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When the whip of the wind strikes the earth’s flank, Dark clouds rush forward, dragging low and dank. Like a female camel moaning for her calf, The heavy clouds, their big nipple isn't half. The autumn sky weeps, then suddenly smiles, The dark clouds drip in a rhythmic style. Washing the dust from the steppe’s face, Shaking the heads of wormwood...

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"The Wormwood Portfolio" Reams of stories riddled with worms wood for burning all the children cover their eyes tears smoked into the lungs gender fluid propheticising bitter water electric brains chipped like fine-boned China downloading overloads dumps are damp the fuse sizzles and stops green as absinthe gauche ghosts gone all grey skinned scales of merit charred unweighted vacant and vacating like dandelions scattering over the barren wombs of the childless landscape dreaming of biblical...

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Wormwood There is a place, in the middle of nowhere... now. (hushed whisper) It is hot and cooking, and yet...things are green. Nature has taken back, what man destroyed. Maybe not the way it should be, but maybe it does not matter, or it is too late an affair. She has pushed past the evil, in...

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Palm fronds clatter in a Santa Ana wind and I am bitter as quinine. Leaves furl as the dead hands of summer and I am bitter as wormwood. The sun could burst in my anger, leaves its flame in my ears instead of forgotten promises. If to give up is to hear truth I wish I were deaf, not to hear the sham of words and...

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I'm falling like a star Every time I touch your lips with mine When you shine your radiant light There once was a time, When I used to dream for someone Like you Lifting all the Shame just with your simple embrace, an immortal peace within my soul Resisting all melancholy that tries to enter I'm falling like a...

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