Interstices Poems - Poems about Interstices

...Your scars showed up in my existence, whispering shards of hatred. eyes made reflections of soul in which you and i were a part of. ran through the cold frames yet no rose could fit the inte......

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... Beneath the city's concrete awning, Sunlight pirouettes through the urban sprawl. A danseuse of shadows on an asphalt stage, Nature's pulsations thrum through it all. Skyscrapers, leviathan b......

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...in the far fringe of a woody island with a river slithering along in gentle leaps and a mud road stretching behind there is a solitary hut visible through the patches of light and shadow with ......

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...As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia. Land marked by......

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...asper the invisible nemesis – i.e. electrical impulses faux nattering nabobs of mien nativity whereat unseen thriving sensational riffraff quenched powerhouse ousting nestled milk maids, or ra......

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...life on the edge of a thread suspended from a network of interlocking filaments bound by triangulated interstices woven by a master of deception integrated into his lair lying in wait patient......

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...Sabotaging orbitofrontal communication incorporating connection between anterior cingulate gyrus cortex heightening activity bridging (via atom sized pontoon bridges) greater activity upon basal gang......

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...In the suspended time In the suspended time between Christmas and New Year’s Eve, I think of you. Time has passed, much time, and you have said in Clear words of silence, that you wish me to......

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...Spare me ill-considered thoughts and tales of the enlightened sage whose very basis of belief arose in palpable assemblage one late summer evening while listening to his ringing ears, as he la......

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...Under the depths below the deep of this Atlantic Ocean, live the lobsters that crawl and creep with an articulated motion. They thrive on the ocean’s sea floor, from the slopin......

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...Villanelle: The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face The fall from grace is the shame borne as lost face What were once cherished hopes serve only to nag The first to fall papal pr......

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...you talk to me. and i try to hear. your words would know me if my mind did not resist. what do you expect? that we should conflict? that we should connect? or merely titillate? except we ar......

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...These are the spaces I confide These are the narrow crevices These are the places I reside These are the secure refuges Upstairs attics with small windows The quiet corners where I go The hi......

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...Fallowed mind on barren ground toils Winter's cold streams radiant beams foil No incubating current cuts through the dense soil Muses' bright glint the dark, thick clouds roil Blipping sparks can't l......

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...MEMO for Destroyer Poet A Linda: 3. 20 p.m., 23rd April 2013 – Paris, France If you are Red I am Brown If you’re not Then as one concrete painter using phonemes to anot......

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