poetry found in sounds of picking the right poem for the moment #smallpoems
poetry found in sounds of picking the right poem for the moment #smallpoems
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Small Poems
Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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April 2020
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I laugh at histories I am only too ashamed to cry about #smallpoems
I laugh at histories I am only too ashamed to cry about #smallpoems
Greg McVerrybroken tooths scraping against torn elbows bent at junctures of self only point to protuberance of sustenance who steal mana from the willing #smallpo
broken tooths scraping against torn elbows bent at junctures of self only point to protuberance of sustenance who steal mana from the willing #smallpoems
Greg McVerryPestilent ghosts pick at portraits dangling in precarious plaster. Unpainted pasts, hang on bent nails in our walls pealing as time forgets stories al
Pestilent ghosts pick at portraits dangling in precarious plaster. Unpainted pasts, hang on bent nails in our walls pealing as time forgets stories all remember. Logic dismembered dripping in dark sunshine only hidden truths unleash #smallpoems
Greg McVerryJust realized something about my subdomains, I now have my quickthoughts, my longthoughts, and jgregorymcverry gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Mig
Just realized something about my subdomains, I now have my quickthoughts, my longthoughts, and jgregorymcverry gets stuck somewhere in the middle. Might make this a poem, maybe it already is. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryAs second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 bu
As second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 but birds do sing again, #smallpoems
Greg McVerryDay 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones
Day 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones and notes who seek escape from our quiet fate does a bird sing alone? #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Grappling lead from my heart yet I am scattered, hurt and deeply tired. bemoan partisan differences inability to engage in civic discourse
#smallpoems Grappling lead from my heart yet I am scattered, hurt and deeply tired. bemoan partisan differences inability to engage in civic discourse people question inner truths trauma on top of trauma to do with rhetoric. Supportive networks tension between what I want versus what I responsibly should do essential knowledge for our teachers stakes are rai
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Twilight glances fall while our lighthouse prances with a flirting summer moon intertwined Souls born in flames of Chimbaroza's desire the
#smallpoems Twilight glances fall while our lighthouse prances with a flirting summer moon intertwined Souls born in flames of Chimbaroza's desire their fire tames in The Way of the Andes aAfluid jaguar flows to Our Big House atop Cane River Child of Kil knows Truth points outward, not up towards our river where time and water pass, knowing our lighthouse mu
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