h. sage poems
you cut open the pomegranate
the way you do anything
yet the juice still spills
still hits the wall
dripping on your fingers as you hover over the sink… 236 more words
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mess creates colour
Energy has arisen, whilst unbuckling the belt, loosely hanging my beer belly.
Full of toxins my body will use to break a way. A way from it’s disease. 10 more words
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—26 November, 2018
Season of the cyclamen,
the fire walks on.
From dark to dark
shines through a glass. 225 more words
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I’m only starting to open the pages of the book about me. Something else that none of you know is that I love to read and I particularly enjoy reading poetry. 560 more words
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Once there was a mountain babe
who climbed from mother’s womb.
He was born into a mountainless land
while the flowers were in bloom.
Once there was a mountain boy… 94 more words
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Beneath The Surface Publishing
By Kenya Garrick
I look around…
What do I see….
Beautiful women from every nationality.
Snatched away from their family,
leaving their children behind. 201 more words
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Charlie Zero The Poet
My corpuscle skeletal tetris –
courts a sticky used manipulating
Buccal cuckoos cheap globule.
Monogamous century flock yells; Trilithon!
And the mixed-species
therapy the plasma Jaw. 139 more words
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