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"bohemians" poems

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"she looks like a little girl when she sleeps" // avoiding dad's callsbroken glass embedded in backs / causing blood stains on crisp Calvin Klein shirts / from wrestling limbs on kitchen floors

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BohemianSphere like mind, spinning round and round. / A Blur comes to form, colors racing in aftermath. / Simplistic, yet intricate design take place in imagery.

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Down the Rabbit HoleWe roll / on the magic carpet into the outward reaches / to wrap abound bodies in communal hugs

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Generation MillenniaI am the bohemians / I am fern-covered lovers hushing their moans / I am the lull in the night, whispering, promising

@lorelei-adams14

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The Poor Man Pours His Coffee Purchased With Another Person's PenniesMy fingertips asserting soft pressure upon the concrete allow me to feel how cold and damp my city truly is. The weather is obviously a dead give away, but to truly understand something I feel as though the tactile approach gives one a more accurate picture. / Soft fine drops of precipitation strike my hooded jacket as I pass between streetlights, phone boxes, poles with no signs and signs with no poles. The back alleys feel like home. The bohemians, students and junkies pass by adopting a familiar fixed gaze on the cold, grey ground. Nobody speaks to me, not even once. I revel in that. The pretty girls leaving the hidden college and the ugly men sat upon scaffolding, high above the city, like Gods, Angels, workers. Imagine if one just fell. / I hurry my pace past the crowd that gathered, I'm not a fan. The alley gets darker as the time ticks by and I contemplate time ticking by. Lost in transient intermittent thoughts of pasts, futures and presents of each face that solemnly passes by my own stoic masterpiece. I must get out of this drizzle before it begins to pour.

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When a bigot is caught redneck handedWhen a bigot is caught redneck handed / He is in two minds / Fight or flight

@emmanuel-phakathi43

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Of sorrowSitting under these trees waiting / maybe all day for the moon / or the washing rain upon my face

@ca-guilfoyle13

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Title of a MovieAt the party / We all danced, / And smoked our cigarettes

@andoni-elias-nava40

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D'evils Pt. 2...a demented entity had entered me, / Imposing its will relentlessly, / I was moving nonsensically,

@Legendary_Lox42

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To Be A Young Dead Bohemian Or NotI wonder what it was like, / what it must have been like / to be a bohemian,

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Zz Bohemians*Shy artsy lovers / Dressed for inclement weathers / Rain on the sidewalks*

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MillennialMemory passes like a bus / Spirit passes like a ghost / Aura disappears like a dream

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Salamba SarvangasanaI couldn’t manage a lotus position, / so I tried you, my bare feet reaching / for the stained ceiling of my apartment

@spysgrandson25

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VespersI dreamt of you last night. / I can still envision your smile, / that bright mural,

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Vantage of the moonThe moon dreams / Upon the rose petals / And her crescent hips

@ReynaldoCasison77751

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