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"hom" poems

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Dialogue Between Ghost And PriestIn the rectory garden on his evening walk / Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was / In black November. After a sliding rain

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Verlore liefde.Terwyl jy hom ignoreer, / Trek iemand anders sy aandag. / Die liefde val weg.

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Die vel religieDaar was g'n tyd vir bybelversies nie / , want die brood van lewe was te duur / En wie wil nou regtig wag om ring

@pieter-andries-christiaan47

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SonvangerJy het die son gaan haal / Toe dit nag was. / Oor die horison gedraf

@pieter-andries-christiaan32

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Nie 'n kas nie, 'n kluis-Ek en my geraamtes het soms ook 'n uitval / Verdoem deur drome van 'n wakker oog / gee ek in tot die eindelose gekarring.

@pieter-andries-christiaan61

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Liewer vir die droom geraakKnuppeldik gaan slaap die stad / na 'n feesmaal van smaak en kleur / vloei die reuke deur die strate

@pieter-andries-christiaan44

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kommunikasie gapingsEk het jou verloor tussen die lyne van my eksamen blok... / Jy was die orde in my / Lewe, die yin

@pieter-andries-christiaan49

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Na skoolse totsiensEk het jou verloor tussen die lyne van my eksamen blok... / Jy was die orde in my / Lewe, die yin

@pieter-andries-christiaan49

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The RacesI've won a day at the races / For me and my friend Doreen Maguire / Posh frocks and new hats

@hazel-connelly52

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Nog een ... 'n semi-kaapse suicide noteNog net een trekkie / dan nip ek hom nou. / Ek belowe voor skemer

@pieter-andries-christiaan29

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Daai mooi kind veroordeeldDie donker dans in daai kind se oe / kyk hoe die duiwel om hom draai en / walts met die doodsdonker nag

@pieter-andries-christiaan27

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Onder draai die duiwelRook hom uit met / Silwer linte teer / En nikotien

@pieter-andries-christiaan35

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My lethal loveThe road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew down the highway, / Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio, / "When I'm far too tird to fall asleep" they say,

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wen i am homevri dai weni git hom i say ello too mi famulee / dey sai hii bak / i an prowd perent

@magicbroccoli669

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Hom-ousesHom-ouses / 1. Allentown, Pennsylvania. A cream-colored home with reddened shutters. Age 0 to 1. Only known from photographs, the street blew up one decade later during a gas leak. The neighborhood was evacuated. No one died, but you’ll never see your first home, except for your first eyes, ever again. / 2. Tulsa, Oklahoma. Age 2-3. A one-floor home with a cement tornado shelter—something straight out of the Wizard of Oz or Twister—in the backyard, right beneath the clothesline, your great grandmother, Juanita, still used to break chickens’ necks rather than wash your toddler clothes.

@shannon-a-thompson39

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Nostalgia.An inflating reverie, / An nostalgic memory, / A far reaching boulevard,

@eyeslikepoetry51

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Sylvia Plath's DaddiesChaotic cabinet of curios, / obsessive dreams unlocked her secret drawers. / Who was Sylvia, a poetic

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the sad saiyloronce i had a dream / of the wide blue sea / sialing so far, water splashing me

@crandallbranch22

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Swart HondJy moet daardie swart hond binne jou beveg / Voordat hy oorneem / Staan teen hom op en wys vir hom wie is baas

@SeanAchilleos26

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