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#postmodernism poems

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The Dead Horse that Comes Back to LifeThere was a dead horse on my way to work today / The horse had been there a while / I do not know why or how it was left there

@oculiquetzal118

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Driver SeatNo tomb like the present / A suffocating fact / I shan't see the crescent

@oculiquetzal110

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OLYMPUS CORPOREATION IS A JAPANESE MANUFACTURER OF OPTICS AND REPROGRAPHY PRODUCTShole in the sky. tap tap, the empty vessel flows out. a weightless sink. the hour goes, blaring swell of humidity, and the jug lukewarm, leaven oft in the barred space. I return to my room. I drink the cold milk on the sill. I finish the third wretched spill of the journey to Olympus. / Downstairs a howl, a wind slam SOLOM OBSERVATIONAL MATRIX STRUCTURED TASKS AVAILABLE IMMEDIATELY TO ASSIST WITH INSTRUMENTAL DECISIONS. I close the door I close the door I close the door I close the / In this uneasy slumber, the bed shakes, the windows rattle, the sky splits, the earth floods a red simpering capitulatory spasm of earthly flesh. Here is the circuit, the tired nervous tic of inaction, I shrink back from the outstretched hand, a condition which recommends two pills in the morning to mask the double image beneath my hands.

@mitakiharashi33

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Double StandardFrom everyone you talk to / you say you want the truth / yet when I demand it from you

@thesciencepoet19

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Subtexts of MondayAlex 2 breathes, stacks and unstacks papers, distantly / Alex 1, front cubicle, coughs, clicks his mouse / Eddie pulls out his drawer, pushes it back in, clicks his mouse

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Eternal postmoderismThe rule of the self is exalted above / any adherence to any thing/feeling. / Their notions of doubt ruling over existence and

@MichaelTChase36

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Sine arte - A satire against modernity in the artsSine arte / A satire against modernity in the arts / O modern beast our captive arts release,

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falteringholdover from the air cools bitter awash of dark and a turning horizon without centre. where i entered an empty frame across distance and skin like smoke. ive been having nightmares of cosmic terror a sublime loss of control like paper tearing in the chaotic drifts of broken eddies and other everyday things an inward open mirror a sunlit line wavering to heat disintegration dispersal erosion and death. ive been reading uncanny fluctuations in the sign of things in a power too great and sparse to comprehend overwhelmed by haunting finitude as time veers into collision and the fleeting panic of yesterdays blood. i find myself shaking at the thought of contact the electromagnetic law of repulsion built into the fabric of my flesh eyes turned away like a promise all language from dead stars. dragged along these orbits my skin trembles and i am hateful. faces blur in passageways half-lit rooms smudge across the surface of my memory until i see nothing but the colour of what was tightening the cords of my ribs stumbling inflexion. in the precession of traffic light blurs through my sleeve and i realise i was invisible all along and that i did this to myself and that nobody can help me and that i did this to myself and that i will retreat further and further and further because if it hurts to be abandoned it hurts more to be approached and misunderstood. the masks the words the acts the plays and beneath it all fear cruel mounting hopeless wretched fear eyes turning fingers running over and over until they break the lines of my face a fucking. i turn the clocks upside down. i take the batteries out of all my electronic devices. i break the locks on my door. only then does morning come.

@mitakiharashi22

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intrinsic oxidation, total condemnation...seemingly routine, / the circumstance at hand / the fire burning books made by my fellow man

@rileyminteer38

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Non-Entity 000The first attempt ended in nothingness. Ribbons flowed from the belly of mother hollow, and though they grasped at their own absence, their fingers broke like brittle leaves, returning to the mother’s flesh. / *This was the birth of change.* / The second attempt ended in madness. Shadows rose out of the nothingness in waves and cascaded into pools of being, but when being opened its eyes and saw its image, it let out a threshing scream.

@mitakiharashi34

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HomeThey are stacks of mud-- / Splattered filth on the curb / slowly rotting away

@jesse-ramon-claudio32

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Millennialsangst and despair / boldly masked boasts / leaps into the abyss

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♪ Octaves Off-Key ♫Octosyllabic rhyme was killed. / Her epitaph I chisel here… / so face the book and feed your twit;

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renoirrenoir black canvas crook bag after breaks apart and drifts a nothing warmth o’v the carpet open drapes renoir contemplating death //closed loop: <over> <over> <over> <over>// renee skirts breaks brittle dash fucking blood flesh [FUCK] all down the road [schizophrenic laughter as i bleed into my dead phone] and pieces of light opening scattering—no end! no end! no end! no end! no end!—holding her hand keep the wetness out the pieces of hair the cold sprawl the hollowed bones the old tradition the new teeth (across the road children gather and renee breaks into sobs uncontrollably); now Y2K turned and renee tucks a golden coin so deep into the ER room barely breathing first with asthma now renoir.

@mitakiharashi10

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Why does it take long for poetry?Why does it take long to write a poem? / are months consumed into few fleeting feelings? / a poem is severed.

@raghu_pratap1933

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AbsurdTruth will always win / though the arrogant seem tall. / The man who says there is no cliff

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Stomping On MelonsSo, what happens now? / Now that it is all over. / Is there hope for us yet?

@Emmamendesofficial6

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remainsremains of busted beer bottles and cracked plastic jut from stinking tide-water mud eyes narrow against sand saturated sustained winds grain sting and cling before slinging past sleeping man scorched cedar red sloth snores against driftwood his dog pants patiently pawing sand playfully once roaring giant beside me sulks now / those goddamn dams / superb river I formally apologize for us we the new humans injected our cement turbine barriers into you so we can read bibles and bake brownies after dark so streetlights can work grave shifts convinced they’re delivering us from evil I imagine how you used to roar carve tear from your northern mountainous sources converting wastelands to pastures and fertile gardens feeding the starved cleaning the rugged assisting the ambitious the old ones learned to cooperate with you

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The Rhythm of Communication Means IIWe're forgetting the art of talking on the phone for hours and hours / It was better than texting because you could hear each other's voices / in near real time

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commenbees, pollen-siftersYou can find me in the fields, / catching water bugs, / and small red beetles.

@rileyminteer26

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A Bottle of Glass“Take it, take it,” to an ocean I beseech / A phial of hungry glass / “To some distant beach”

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PostmodernismTruth denied, Freedom, / spurned Lover's scorn. / Absurdity embraced,

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oh how remarkable"oh how remarkable", / my front porch says / a welcoming mat,

@rileyminteer24

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