"exorcises" poems - Hello Poetry

It's September; cold in the copses, Feverish in the kitchen. The sink clinks and exorcises The china like an Italian sonata. My lips merge into ether At the sky, a periwinkle parallax With the pork lard carbon monoxide Clouds, at drive with suicide. My Buddha hisses at the window, Ripping the tentacles off weedy carrots. The knives are clever & precise Hiding in their handled shoals Like luminescent Jackanapes Out for the thrill of the **** The **** of the stake of steak, A 'Cow'ardly act. I wrap the red & dead Into a Beef Wellington. It is not pretty at all; But neither am I. I'll drink tea to keep my peace, Swallow my spirituality like a pain killer. The teabag sags its straggled string, Scolding me. The pillbox is dead on the edge Of the ornamented kitchen sill A lot like me; sullen and teasing. I wanted to roast my head like a potato If the pudding *** over boiled, A cauldron of sugar and cream Fattening me ugly and crazy. The weather is miserable; I mustn't lie, It's enough to make any young woman want to die. Stirring my thoughts with the dishes, Trashing potato peels like my wishes. And the stacks and stacks of kill-me pills Surround like troops in their barricade cupboards. I have no allies, Everyone is asleep; I curl up like a fat snail and weep Blackening the words of the miracle-working Priest.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC

grace-nottingham

Kitchen Affliction

It's September; cold in the copses, Feverish in the kitchen. The sink clinks and exorcises The china like an Italian sonata. My lips merge into ether At the sky, a periwinkle parallax With the pork lard carbon monoxide Clouds, at drive with suicide. My Buddha hisses at the window, Ripping the tentacles off weedy carrots. The knives are clever & precise Hiding in their handled shoals Like luminescent Jackanapes Out for the thrill of the **** The **** of the stake of steak, A 'Cow'ardly act. I wrap the red & dead Into a Beef Wellington. It is not pretty at all; But neither am I. I'll drink tea to keep my peace, Swallow my spirituality like a pain killer. The teabag sags its straggled string, Scolding me. The pillbox is dead on the edge Of the ornamented kitchen sill A lot like me; sullen and teasing. I wanted to roast my head like a potato If the pudding *** over boiled, A cauldron of sugar and cream Fattening me ugly and crazy. The weather is miserable; I mustn't lie, It's enough to make any young woman want to die. Stirring my thoughts with the dishes, Trashing potato peels like my wishes. And the stacks and stacks of kill-me pills Surround like troops in their barricade cupboards. I have no allies, Everyone is asleep; I curl up like a fat snail and weep Blackening the words of the miracle-working Priest.

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She does not meet my gaze as she enters, she sees me and exorcises me with a bleak past. Her consort sailor, sick or moribund. She felt lonely, herself and only considers thoughts to another life with someone else. Her eyes value phantasms swimming. She is a prisoner and beckons me away.

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Feb 3, 2021

Feb 3, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC

robink

Encounter

She does not meet my gaze as she enters, she sees me and exorcises me with a bleak past. Her consort sailor, sick or moribund. She felt lonely, herself and only considers thoughts to another life with someone else. Her eyes value phantasms swimming. She is a prisoner and beckons me away.

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It was the sea shallow Deep with sediment Memory; adrift in tide Sand moats and small dams Crumbling with each pull Rebuilt before the last sunset Backwash - cracked shells and polished stones Some pretty in dull coats Sea spray salt deposits Woundless but itching Caving mounds silenced Nightfall exorcises the waves Ghosts surge and cease: lunar Ebb and tide resumes anew I shall set down the *****

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC

clxrion

Weathering

It was the sea shallow Deep with sediment Memory; adrift in tide Sand moats and small dams Crumbling with each pull Rebuilt before the last sunset Backwash - cracked shells and polished stones Some pretty in dull coats Sea spray salt deposits Woundless but itching Caving mounds silenced Nightfall exorcises the waves Ghosts surge and cease: lunar Ebb and tide resumes anew I shall set down the *****

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There is a type of perfect summer rainstorm that exorcises the heat from the ground in billows of mist and makes the world hazy. The lightning sets the trees into relief and every so often a little light leaf will float to the ground. The thunder rumbles, the sky crackles, and the clouds are leaden and low in the sky, brushing the treetops. The rain makes it look like they are falling on you when you look up. It catches in your eyelashes and strokes the side of your face with little rivulets of water, it plays in your hair and swirls around your ankles, a warm melody. I met a girl once with eyes like a rainstorm. Their steady gaze has never left me, for it felt like standing in one to meet it.

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Dec 29, 2012

Dec 29, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC

mikaila

Her

There is a type of perfect summer rainstorm that exorcises the heat from the ground in billows of mist and makes the world hazy. The lightning sets the trees into relief and every so often a little light leaf will float to the ground. The thunder rumbles, the sky crackles, and the clouds are leaden and low in the sky, brushing the treetops. The rain makes it look like they are falling on you when you look up. It catches in your eyelashes and strokes the side of your face with little rivulets of water, it plays in your hair and swirls around your ankles, a warm melody. I met a girl once with eyes like a rainstorm. Their steady gaze has never left me, for it felt like standing in one to meet it.

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I cannot see the Demons that had followed you here Love exorcises

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 8:17 AM UTC