Best Papier Poems

the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been called the most beautiful city in the world, and I...

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All I asked of life was love, be real;
so it could mold my heart like potter's clay.
But I question, is it love that folks feel,
or are competing emotions at play?
Is love real, or merely papier-mache,
a collage of hopes that easily fray?

I turned to family to...

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I know how to make your makeup run
Make you bleed like light bleeds from the sun
Cause the mascara you wear to smear down your beloved face
Tell me, how do tears stained black taste

I know how to rip you scars internally
Force you to the brink of...

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In a pinch of the slenderest fingers
like tapioca beads to the wind
the mercury fog is popped.
Wild silver happenstance rains down
and settles quiet.  Quiet.
Had my pale head touched the earth
at the moment of it's impact
I would have drowned in the mist.
With slender fingers turned to...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down by Retiro Lake
and see El Prado art museum. Then for old time's sake,
I'd find some iced “horchata” down by Alcala...

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United Nations, United Nations
What an oxymoron!
What an oxymoron!!

The platitude goes-
‘United we stand’
In the UN,
How erect we stand!
How erect we stand!!
We are *****erectus
Aren’t we?

This genocide-friendly unity of nations
With extra-care tending
The weeded garden of poison-trees.
When Hutus and Tutsies blood-bathe
The UN closely observes the situation,
When Israel unchilds,...

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JADE
by Rosemarie Rowley

	
I knew you fainthearted what side you were on
When you talked of social reality: not Jesus at the well
With the Samaritan woman, or the invisible loss of power
Which halts her speech and causes His deference

Holding her in trust for what she is.
You can...

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Nature's divided into four seasons 
each eye-catching in a similar way
and yet, different for many reasons.

Winter's crystalline beauty carries sway
but She is both barren and deathly cold
with a hollowed-out heart of papier-mache.

Spring’s spectacle slowly breaks Winter’s hold
accompanied by a moist April breeze
She showers snowdrops as...

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	God Bottles Those Tears
	Shed For
	 Fallen Roses
	In Memory Of a Friend
	Written: By Tom Wright
	5-17-00 
	
	Sleep,
	Lay heavy o'er the room.
	Fading fast, a single Rose,
	That once you held, full in bloom,
	And some will say, it's too late to cry.
	
	Now,
	It's faded petals lay cast.
	As papier-mâché, before a crafters...

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(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

 If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky
 if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating by
 if you can use duct tape to stop a wound from bleeding faster
 because you're 90 million miles from...

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I have withstood this austere year
Waiting on skies which never clear
Shadows away

Fingers restless for an hour's peace
Scrapes gold flakes from a drying crease
of papier-mache

Random resistance too refined
Leisure, a luxury consigned
To yesterday

Now, tart impatience I require
Passive manners swiftly expire
Against delay

In rushing tempo, I rejoice
Straight-held shoulders, marching...

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Attack the clutter
In the attic pieces of life
And bits of me
So much clutter, sorting through
Old letters flutter
Unwanted, unread
Daring me to show I care
To reach through time
So dust-dimmed ink
Can speak again.
“Into the sack with you.
I have a job to do”

There’s all this papier maché
A flaming crown...

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Subtitled: A Quiz Sic Hull Emotionally Test Ting Senior Event
 
Valedictorian treads across makeshift platform 
   i.e. most likely auditorium stage
marked by pronounced hushed audience, 
   who exude a collective sigh lent sage
laden tour de force vis a vis inhaling, notating,...

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Joyce K

There is this Lady I know, I thought I knew.
Could I have been so wrong, from my point of view ?
She perceives herself, a cardboard silhouette of a soul,
a papier mache doll, an image we all should know.

A shallow pond residing in the middle...

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                         The idea is to...


       steep oneself in panacea 
     ...

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