Evaporated Poems - Poems about Evaporated

...In the cold tub, at ten-thirty in the morning, I float like a wreck after a week of drinking and gambling, My body trembles, my mind is a dense fog, when suddenly the phone rings like a bell in an e......

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...In the labyrinth of warmth, I sought refuge in the cold room of frozen memories, From the cold room, I fled to the coffin of unspoken promises, And from the coffin? Only the bare hands of time bury......

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...The world's apart The thorns of a glass are left to be held Mirror floating, broken with no reflection Heart shaken in disbelief No disper of fear, at any disposal A day ment nothing, as h......

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...The flames of a fire blaze and flicker up and down the line of their fuel; In the furnace of my heart, love’s flames are flickering forever upward—warmly. The salty waters......

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...am I a cloud reflected on water evaporated before I exist held in a two dimensional plane in-between but not anywhere shadows scream at my absence no matter how hard I......

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... PRAISING ANCHORED INVESTED POETIC TIME (Apropos Of My Brilliant Poetry Extended Family) Sitting there with quiet waves Of a full wrinkling oceanic mind, Smooth pensive allegorical......

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...Shivering shimmers of scars passed out of my scarlet, scarred past. My ginger demons engulfed the fermented pain as I watched my regal orchid—the fussiest, sacred damsel who jitterbugs as an exiled s......

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...Let my heart beat would stop I would try to be in top, The believeness is like the building built on sand But my efforts to build on land; The water can be evaporated But the knowledge can be e......

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...On the wooden table of the world, God forgot His book, A Gospel with torn pages, Its corners eaten by dried tears. He opened it once, But the letters evaporated Like the smoke of a candle that d......

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...I tore the page from its binder and ripped it to pieces, not wanting to be associated with the scribbles I had left on the sheet. To call that abomination 'art' would be an insult to the craft, and......

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...A play was enacted with a drum beating prologue, evaporated into thin air after some acts. Enacting and evaporating time and again. Seeds were sown but the fields remained barren. Seeds are......

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...She has the richness of Egyptian chocolate melting within the rivers of her skin Each time her membrane washes to the banks of my thoughts I can hear the voices of black wall street singing Black ......

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...Beneath the swing set’s creak, joy whispered like a ghost, while clouds of heaviness settled like stones on my chest. My voice evaporated, with every swing and sway, as I reached for something ......

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...{"My burial was about to commence, become a happening. My spirit was a necropolis already, everlasting. So what significance did it take for me to give it all up? My soul to be extracted from my bo......

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...afternoon stroll I walked into a landscape painting made of chlorophyll  in eleven variations, and there were no adolescent  girls around suffering from sclerosis, but did see a pale face in a ......

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