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Robin Miller Poem
Tho ocean smells like the tears,
salty,
as they gush down
touching her crimson lips.
the breeze dances with the sand,
tossing it around playfully.
she takes no notice.
Barefoot she walks into the sea,
washing away the sand,
and her life,
floating face down like a
water lilly.
Ophelia, how must you torment me.
The choice must have been
unbearable.
The sea or me.
The salt burnt away at you,
the sand must have stung
in your eyes
blinding you
to me,
watching
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Beautiful nymph.
That fountain, that you call hair.
Your lips must speak,
Such tales.
Floral features contrast
Your eyes,
Like secrets
That hide,
Your soul.
Hair cascading,
Never-ending
Blending
Into her attire.
White, lace- like,
Flowing
As water
Melting into the earth.
So perfect,
You wear
An imaginary tiara.
Gleaming dangerously,
In my imagination.
This magical moment is all yours.
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You gave me
the benifit
of devotion.
This is not
an account
of seduction,
not a fairy tale.
For you set aside
those
silly notions,
with time.
You are no Romeo,
nor I an angel.
Yet,
our love is
everlasting,
unyielding,
only growing
more intense.
You truely
are my prince.
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You’ve obviously,
Been told
You were exceptional,
More suitable,
More useful,
Then everyone else.
Someone should remind you,
Or mention
The cost
Of your disproportionate
Body.
Your sole achievement,
You
Think
You’ve accomplished something,
Was it worth the cost?
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Robin Miller Poem
Halloween.
Even with the pumpkins of fire,
it is a spookish night.
Masks,
camouflage true
identitys.
A masquerade
of sorts.
Enchantresses
in
barely there
costumes.
Myths,
with
elaborate witches,
hiding
behind
voodoo
told
with such conviction.
Youth
obsessed with
sugarcoated candys.
All set
in the limelight
ironically
it all takes place
amongst
the onyx night.
Shadows
stealing time
as they glance,
inspecting them
for vampires.
The time lapsing
is a refreshing
break
for those who
are haunted
everyday.
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Tea lanterns,
adorn,
the garden.
Tiny amber flecks,
like
gleaming gold.
Shining bright
amongst
the lush forest.
Blooming flowers.
Illuminating,
set aglow,
contrasting
my ivory wings,
that are broken
I descend
back
into reality.
Remembering,
abruptly.
That my heart
is not merely,
broken,
it is destroyed.
The kind of agony
that could have been
caused
by death.
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