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"shears" poems

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Temporal Healing (Collaboration with the Sensational Moonskittles). / *Curious minds, / splashing under

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the pianistBy / rgpage / The cool evening breeze filled with a scent of approaching rain.

@robert-g-page32

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ii. The Dead Sunflower Hanging in My WardrobeI hung the sunflower / from a piece of twine / in my wardrobe,

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underwaterwhy is it so hard to see you? / i crumble and i croak / hopeful words dance at the back of my throat

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"City of Gold (Icarus)"My dear Icarus, / Have you brought tales of gold for me? / You-- the master of self,

@lani-foronda28

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Aussie BattlerFrom the humblest of beginnings / Began a tough innings / A family deprived

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In Memory Of Eva Gore-Booth And Con MarkiewiczThe light of evening, Lissadell, / Great windows open to the south, / Two girls in silk kimonos, both

William Butler Yeats32

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i am 50% carbs, 20% protein, 30% fatsthin mints / thin lines / thin ice

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AtroposAtropos, dread / One of the Three, / Holding the thread

John Myers O'Hara16

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Cheap HaircutJust a little off the top. / Drawin' a dotted line / 'round the skull

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Morning SerialHoarfrost lipstick / Touches not-dead-enough lips. / She's limp and entangled in branches.

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Charcoal FeathersWomen are born with heavy feathered wings / Hands that hide starlit craters / Celestially they spin in infinity and find each other

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Life Quilt.She saves swatches of fabric / pinked with special shears; / orders them in co-ordinated heaps

@caroline-grace15

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HorrorI am terrified / Of the demons camped out in my mind / I did not welcome them

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Robin Hoodto a friend / No! those days are gone away / And their hours are old and gray,

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3 A.M. Doughnut Runs...I would feed you crepes / while the city sleeps, / every night,

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Atropa BelladonnaShe was my own Atropos. / Eyes dark like belladonna's berry. / Her breath gave me life,

@caroliinamariia12

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**** PruningI convinced a man he could prune his own **** / That if he spliced it just so, / two little pink shafts would sprout in it's place.

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Book BorrowerI am a mild man, you'll agree, / But red my rage is, / When folks who borrow books from me

Robert Service16

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prerogative of an oppressed freshmaneach stroke of greased fingers on the mohawk / was a result of a genius work of art / an outlet where my soul barely peeks

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Dreamscape:Dream for me / a Savannah, / a sestina in reds

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Layto The Gun Shearerupon the Abington Station's / long shearing board / the feats of one shearer

@ElizabethSquires36

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The Winding Stair And Other PoemsIN MEMORY OF EVA GORE-BOOTH AND CON MARKIEWICZ / THE light of evening, Lissadell, / Great windows open to the south,

William Butler Yeats33

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Love's Bitter ShearsWhen I flare my nostrils / I sneeze cordite? / When I pout my big lips

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