"wildean" poems - Hello Poetry

Black girl. Heavy word, black. One that comes with an even heavier history. A tender burden for the Wildean child, especially one who had little hope, and little help. Black boy, they told you you were drizzle, so you became a storm. Too loquacious for your identity, you more than exceeded all bounds. But they were never really prepared for you, were they?

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC

mx-k-slade

Vyvyan/Cyril

Black girl. Heavy word, black. One that comes with an even heavier history. A tender burden for the Wildean child, especially one who had little hope, and little help. Black boy, they told you you were drizzle, so you became a storm. Too loquacious for your identity, you more than exceeded all bounds. But they were never really prepared for you, were they?

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“Like Emerson I write above the mantle of my door ‘whim’”. I’m a Wildean character in a tragedian’s play. The tired hedonist in pursuit of beauty.

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Dec 9, 2013

Dec 9, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC

mx-k-slade

A requisition of Wilde

“Like Emerson I write above the mantle of my door ‘whim’”. I’m a Wildean character in a tragedian’s play. The tired hedonist in pursuit of beauty.

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The bull necked man with a single thought could only muster one retort **** he said and a million Wildean thoughts cascaded in my head and ultimately I said nothing

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Aug 7, 2021

Aug 7, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC

drunkenkind

I’m a lover

The bull necked man with a single thought could only muster one retort **** he said and a million Wildean thoughts cascaded in my head and ultimately I said nothing

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