Watermarks Poems - Poems about Watermarks

if I turn left i end up near my dead mother she has a green mound but there are lots of green mounds there’s a street map in a fisherman’s pocket a splashing sea has soaked its print signs and roads melt it could be Atlantis, or maybe a bus route for north London. mind-mice remodel the big picture details defy interpretation until lost appearance...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (Third and last part to abide by the word count) ----- With aches and pains felt everywhere in the body called arthralgia and myalgia! We start thinking if only we could go back to our good times in a fit of nostalgia! The best would be to become a baby pampered by parents...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (Second part to abide by the word count limit) ------ My reason for living took a new meaning ever since I became a parent! Loving, sacrificing, and caring are the best ways in which life is spent! When you bring a soul into this world, you have to love that till you live! Never...

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Watermarks of the time and tide! (First part to abide by the word count) --- I was born as an innocent looking baby, as everyone always is! Just a tiny cuddly body with a pure soul, with not much of wiz! Then as a faltering toddler I started my slow and waddling walk! With some more effort at finding words,...

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Each word I place is cupped in my hands, till the page unfolds to accept my offering in the stain of each letter is the blood of my tears and my sorrowful fears magnificent in love and joyful bliss arias of evermore ripple to watermark as each curve embossed into form it came to life, smarting with the etching but ever ecstatic in the release And, with the closing of my book lines will be...

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There is no need for her to speak of how she fell from glory. Watermarks stain her cheeks and tell her bitter story. Her betrayal begins in the plateaus of her weak and swollen eyes. As her love for him began to grow, he detained her with his lies. Follow the grooves to the mark that was painted on at birth. She felt...

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