Wrings Poems - Poems about Wrings

...Friend, Silence listens,—every thought we think, each new feeling which soundless trickles by, the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh, are registered within the margin’s ink Friend......

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... Paint filtered through your pain and came out as art. Your broken body bent under the weight of a brush but did not succumb, instead infused the canvas with fiery colours mixed in the crucibl......

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...Contrite I'm supposed to sleep now, right, how? One single stone of such irrefutably inferior quality built into anything worthy can destroy the entire entity. Thus the......

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...I walk the ambitious lines of laughter I wallow beneath the unsavory sky black. I could wait and explain the feeling of losing a home Or I could wait until I forget. Dirt beneath my bloody na......

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...Her tears fall like rain on a borrowed shore, A quiet deluge, seeping through seams, Staining the fabric of a life not hers— His shirt, his collar, his cuffs worn thin, Drenched in the sa......

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...Oh you know the type— the orchid woman a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips between snips of gist her charisma a starship —collides with your star-full eyes supernova for Casanova her pouty lips kn......

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... Spring. Radiant gold rays of sunrise. Sprinkles surprise from dramatic skies. Swing heartbeat, flowering Spring, Stir-up breathtaking flowering buds, it wrings and brings. Plump long-eared, cot......

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...1 sunflowers ring teenagers ChatGPT Sapphic know-how 2 her décolleté blouse and see-through saree— curve’s vanity 3 a curled snake with fangs ready to poison love’s narrow passage ......

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...I do not like the color blue But blue loves me It wrings me out Flat to dry And to feel And to cry I do not like the color blue But it enjoys my company And the bus passes by But I a......

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...The sun tugs young hours, Wrings the day. Flowers spring, Pupils play, Waitlessness on one youngling. Longing eyes cashed the calendar, But father’s clock ticks. Abysmal second......

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...Summer resplendent sun glowing in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass. Waving blades like long fingers flowing, the sudden sighing gusts come and pass. The field lives palpable in the anamn......

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...The Parliament of Freud In youth the infernal triad posture and prance Like the kindergarten of the lower house; Bit players on the eternal stage of life, Pawns in the cosmic joust of evolution......

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...thick mist … breath of dusk … bearing its own tales the yellow bricks wind away swallowed by the brume fallow footprints, long since faded but I cared not to trace them anyway ... vacant sou......

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...Remember that kid who followed you around Or sometimes led you by the hand? Who kept you up nights with impossible questions About mysteries that no one can understand? Then one day, he up and......

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...Translated: Si la vie demande ça by Laura and Chris Mayne by T. Wignesan. If Life would not wish it otherwise [Note: The two sister French Caribbean-Martinique Black “Blues” Swan : Laura an......

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