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"dust" poems

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I Have Found What You Are Likei have found what you are like / the rain, / (Who feathers frightened fields

E. E. Cummings22

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take a leapthe redness of my mouth tells / the truth without me / take a leap into breath

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As Is The Sea Marvelousas is the sea marvelous / from god’s / hands which sent her forth

E. E. Cummings19

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Bakwit sa Sarili / Refuge from myselfMunting hiram na buhay, When will this rented / kelan pa yayaon? lifetime pass? / Pina-walang kabuluhan Time has taken

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river of golden dreamsdust cloud heavy / in an apricot sky / cottonwood mucker

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One Earth One WomanA fine mole down / the blue mountain sky / cannot be weighed out!

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You know those tears...You know those tears you get / When you can't stop laughing / Because you don't want to

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I have never seen “Volcanoes”175 / I have never seen “Volcanoes”— / But, when Travellers tell

Emily Dickinson21

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My love, if I die and you don't--,My love, if you die and I don't--, / let's not give grief an even greater field. / No expanse is greater than where we live.

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The Anniversary of What Started EverythingMy name is Erin / and i was ***** / at the age of 7

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It's a new day (transgender)Its a new day / She wakes from the nights sleepy darkness / Knowing the body under the covers doesn't fit her

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KathleenI am slowly learning to disregard the insatiable desire to be special. I think it began, the soft piano ballad of epiphanic freedom that danced in my head, when you mentioned that “Van Gogh was her thing” while I stood there in my overall dress, admiring his sunflowers at the art museum. And then again on South Street, while we thumbed through old records and I picked up Morrissey and you mentioned her name like it was stuck in your teeth. Each time, I felt a paintbrush on my cheeks, covering my skin in grey and fading me into a quiet, concealed background that hummed “everything you’ve ever loved has been loved before, and everything you are has already been,” on an endless loop. It echoed in your wrists that I stared at, walking (home) in the middle of the street, and I felt like a ghost moving forward in an eternal line, waiting to haunt anyone who thought I was worth it. But no one keeps my name folded in their wallet. Only girls who are able to carve their names into paintings and vinyl live in pockets and dust bunnies and bathroom mirrors. And so be it, that I am grey and humming in the background. I am forgotten Sundays and chipped fingernail polish and borrowed sheets. I’m the song you’ll get stuck in your head, but it will remind you of someone else. I am 2 in the afternoon, I am the last day of winter, I am a face on the sidewalk that won’t show up in your dreams. And I am everywhere, and I am nothing at all.

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Heartless *****I watched her crush him as she broke his heart / Then she wanted to grind him to dust / with the expectation of friendship.

@david-patrick-oc5

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Beautiful Pollutionthrough the glass / this is so pretty. / is this the future?

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StingsBare-handed, I hand the combs. / The man in white smiles, bare-handed, / Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet,

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Christmas at Midlife by -Mary Anne PerroneI am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days. / I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred. / I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task

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LipsHer lips, tight and curved, / Ready to string up an arrow / And launch it to the sky

@ellyn-k-thaiden6

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I Am Nothing Like the MoonI can make you feel loved, / I can take the weight of the world off your shoulder, / but only if you ask me to.

@morganmercury15

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Yellow Tinted FlowersThe air is perfumed with fresh rosemary's / And the wild springs with lush berries / Their presence colours the nursery with a sweet loom

@english_jam_darling26

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YellowI am greed, want. / She is need, lack. / I am anger and frustration.

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Fathima Hailed From Pivotal HeavenThe mother is first— / she is for all and down to earth. / She, the mother Fathima,

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A message to the hopeless.Here it goes again. / Another poem to describe how useless I am. / How tattered my soul is.

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Grace (Spoken Word)Grace. / Let it fall like an ocean / Let it rip through the skies

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MoteWhen she turned her gaze upon me, / I was a mote of dust / caught in a beam of sunlight

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