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Poem About Vices 0

Ode To My Vices

Poem You dull my mind And turn me blind But I need you Don’t I? Don’t lie. I need truth too. I hate you, so much, But I can’t give you up. “I think...

Good Poems 0

Shifting Sands

Poem   The moon hangs low In a crimson sky Shifting sands upon A shining shore I see here standing there She is still I can see how the wind plays With her golden...

Nostalgic Poems 0

Game

Poem   After all these years of endless shine the sun has finally given up its efforts. All these years when you were mine have slipped past the epitome, A slow seduction is on...

Break Up Poems 4

I Hate When I Am Loving You

Break Up Poems   Why don’t you leave? My thoughts, my home? Desert, run and flee- my heart an icy stone. Turn my memories into ashes. Burn them and make me forget! Your eyes,...

Cat in a Barrel, poem about the fragility of life 0

Fractured

Poem No sudden moves- Can’t let a shard slip. The vessel is barely carrying The puddle I call Me, and This glue, this glue Is imperfect. It’s makeshift composition: Wine and approval Pounds and...

Poem About Love 0

Itch

Love Poem It all started The moment you reached around my back And rested your hand so casually Right there, on my hip bone I felt a tingle, then a surge of heat rise...

poem about being young 3

Dirty Window

Poem Through dirty windows I can see the mountain full of golden days, the days of friendship close to me, when we cared not of yesterday, when everything was greener, shining, and we believed...

After The End 0

After The End  

Set me down in the ashes After the end of things. When the clocks have accepted their stillness. With cool silences stretching unfettered overhead. We could send our stories elsewhere, Off where they keep...

Us 0

Us

She’s waiting… but my paper is still blank waiting for my thoughts, memories and dreams that faded away like spring fog and the echoes of nature are calling them back. Blank papers – blank...

White Cliff Sea 0

Spirit Jewels

God has scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth. Glittering in the specks of morning sunlight dawned on me. Spirit Jewels fall from the sky, through my third eye, settling into the cells...

Try To Sit 8

Try To Sit

Unless you’ve got the best trap for me to escape then the last time full thoughts finish their breakfast will be the night you go hungry taste what we left behind is it to...

Basquiat 0

A Letter to Basquiat

Images juxtapose. Image is just a pose for those who wish to see it Impoverished young artist, paint spattered suit. Undercover bum, cardboard boxed in Central Park. Using the spoon in your mouth to...