"scoliotic" poems - Hello Poetry

Among the hideous shapes you are my favoured For the wretched silence of your scoliotic spine flavoured with our crimson wine: Blood diamonds screaming songs of sirens writhing on a desiccated island's edge Boiled alive— can be distilled into the language of a pledge I hereby promise to be yours Foretell you will be mine

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Aug 17, 2020

Aug 17, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC

normancrane

Sirenical

Among the hideous shapes you are my favoured For the wretched silence of your scoliotic spine flavoured with our crimson wine: Blood diamonds screaming songs of sirens writhing on a desiccated island's edge Boiled alive— can be distilled into the language of a pledge I hereby promise to be yours Foretell you will be mine

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Each of us has a backbone, That sustains us and straightens our path. My backbone is my Faith, The path I follow is narrow With certain scoliotic bends But with all my heart I follow, And eternity is where my road ends.

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Mar 23, 2018

Mar 23, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC

Greymirror

Backbone

Each of us has a backbone, That sustains us and straightens our path. My backbone is my Faith, The path I follow is narrow With certain scoliotic bends But with all my heart I follow, And eternity is where my road ends.

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the shrill of deboning the wounds, the daybreaks those scoliotic stems cling to, the brine we chug in spring to keep the tender parts green now frosted in charcoal, yeasted-over and gargling with ice. but this is just winter swelling and the lights may have gone burnt but the dimness gapes so beautifully at night.

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Dec 26, 2017

Dec 26, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC

fleewrites

Swelling

the shrill of deboning the wounds, the daybreaks those scoliotic stems cling to, the brine we chug in spring to keep the tender parts green now frosted in charcoal, yeasted-over and gargling with ice. but this is just winter swelling and the lights may have gone burnt but the dimness gapes so beautifully at night.

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