Tag: Poetry
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Death of an Antagonist by Jack M. Freedman
Point one finger at methree more point back at youThose were my last words to youfive years ago Any amends I could possibly makewill only exist between me and Godbecause you will notunder any circumstancesbe worthy of the graceyou once got from mewhile you were aliveand kicking peopleyou deemed beneath…
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Distant Fear by Rock Martinez
I was there when you were bornFar out in a distant placeI felt your heartbeat as if it was my own I saw your eyes openI’ll see them close. With each year that has passedI’ve grown closer to youOne day destiny will make us oneThis place will remain yours until…
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Mount Tullywind by Brandon Whitaker
His wife let leave her rigid lipAnother trembling sigh,A cargo tossed to save the ship,To let her sorrow lie. “I hear and love you, light of mine,”She found the words at last,“Yet look once more the family fine,Your hopes have quick o’erpassed.” A knowing nod received her plea,Expectant and reposed,Her…
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Relic by Ivanka Fear
Present obsessionshere today, unwanted tomorrow, gone yesterday:ready to assemble and made in China, ready to toss before it’s assembledfrom box to garbagenew technologies and smart speakers, houses modernized clonesfrom human contact to computer takeoversocial media and texting, connecting you with everyonefrom acquaintances to strangers to stalkersSmart phones and iPadsinstant images…
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A completely unnecessary poem for my first love
Everyone else failed me except you,Mere machines buzzing with constant sound of self-destruction,they mortified me too, love.Their wounds opened and healed in my hands,My body clock ticks only to bring waterto deserted lands.And when these hostile beasts I’ve loved after youcome aliveto vapor their flux down on me again,I come…
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The Haunting Tree by Josh Poole
Fleeting leaves of haunting treesGhosts of August goneFall to despair upon its kneesTo whisper winter’s song. Your soul trampled beneath my shoesYour heart bare of breastFor your last dirge winter blowsAnd at last falls out your nest. Dead to me the bird that’s flownTo finer trees in finer placesIt cracks…
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On Writing: A Pantoum by Maggie Swofford
Ejecting love through darkest inksis a turning, an aimto match the missingpieces left behind to the whole. Some aim to turnmemories into skin, skewering thepieces left behind. Around the hole,gravity pulls each particle to my memories, skewering my skin topages—anyone’s thumbs would numb aseach particle pulls gravity.Holding the light white…
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Shred by Peter Anderson
Show me where to sign but leave me something. The pedestal missing a leg, the cardboard cut-out of me you put in the window of your store, I know I’m not who I was but still, a wooden token from the days before we went digital, a piece of thread…
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Haunting: Spell for Removal of Unwanted Spirits by Katrenia Busch
It’s not the house that’s haunted, it’s the person. Spirits that linger within disguise A phantom of the ghostly night Was all but forgotten amongst the wise With grimly tales that take delight By orders issued and advised By a hand that’s said to now ghostwrite: Lift your finger, shake…