Small Poems

Listen You may feel pain But it ain't Yours #smallpoems

Listen You may feel pain But it ain't Yours #smallpoems

@dogtrax or if a poet knows where a poem goes maybe its no poem for no one to know #smallpoems

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@dogtrax or if a poet knows where a poem goes maybe its no poem for no one to know #smallpoems

Cline times while truth diverges in chasms of invented geographic boundaries. Selections of gospel flow in Adaptations of hunger. need to be right not

Cline times while truth diverges in chasms of invented geographic boundaries. Selections of gospel flow in Adaptations of hunger. need to be right not get it right Creating boundaries in ranges of possibility #smallpoems

Wolf walked by window strutting along woods' edge Many will no tbelieve Claim Grey Wolves don't roam in Connecticut Tell me Coyotoe or a Coywolf hopef

Wolf walked by window strutting along woods' edge Many will no tbelieve Claim Grey Wolves don't roam in Connecticut Tell me Coyotoe or a Coywolf hopefully I can hunt some tracks or scat truth in steps or poop #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Crank arm kicking' derailer dropping gears shifting in frozen time as fork bends left seeking speed for new paths while pedals just spin around, aroun

Crank arm kicking' derailer dropping gears shifting in frozen time as fork bends left seeking speed for new paths while pedals just spin around, around again #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

explosions of self collapse inward in ever expanding implosions of polygon packing creases of time into tessellations of me, you we, I. #smallpoems #w

explosions of self collapse inward in ever expanding implosions of polygon packing creases of time into tessellations of me, you we, I. #smallpoems #writingcommunity

Reality dips in drips of pastel plastics painted on the precipice of skies folding inward weaving through crowns who eclipse tones of truth drinking i

Reality dips in drips of pastel plastics painted on the precipice of skies folding inward weaving through crowns who eclipse tones of truth drinking in sun #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Rains sounds so different as droplets dance on leaves singing for the first time. #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Rains sounds so different as droplets dance on leaves singing for the first time. #poemsofpresence #smallpoems

Twisting tuning keys to truths of new times #clmooc #smallpoems #songs

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Twisting tuning keys to truths of new times #clmooc #smallpoems #songs

Splashes in brisk sunlit stints of battle. Water flies in smiles painted' arcs dancing in skies Laughter swims in buckets of cool ammunition #smallpoe

Splashes in brisk sunlit stints of battle. Water flies in smiles painted' arcs dancing in skies Laughter swims in buckets of cool ammunition #smallpoems #poemsofpresence

Hurt body healed mind spent few days offline cooking on campfires stacking stone walls tilling soil, mending fences, muscles ache skin lacerated pain

Hurt body healed mind spent few days offline cooking on campfires stacking stone walls tilling soil, mending fences, muscles ache skin lacerated pain fade art stands #smallpoems

Slip past fault lines in dreams and climb though hollow fissures of solid truth #smallpoems

Slip past fault lines in dreams and climb though hollow fissures of solid truth #smallpoems

#smallpoems We lay back flat tasting reality dripping from Azriel's spy glass. Kaleidoscopes of labor seeking favor in truths condensed in flavors of

#smallpoems We lay back flat tasting reality dripping from Azriel's spy glass. Kaleidoscopes of labor seeking favor in truths condensed in flavors of tall grasses sipping on lost winds whispering in brushes who sing a Cartoon sheen colored on top of misplaced dreams, a broken cardboard James Dean. New scene. teenage fiends retreating to towns of technocolor

#poemsofpresence #smallpoems Ferns unfurl fast across forest floors spores of fiddleheads scores of glistening beds no flowers found in such beauty Li

#poemsofpresence #smallpoems Ferns unfurl fast across forest floors spores of fiddleheads scores of glistening beds no flowers found in such beauty Like a child overlooked Art in stasis fossilized history of uninformed possibility

@NomadWarMachine Patterns in atoms just souls of before riffing and remixing on eclipsing sounds. Foregrounds of misery cast in shadows illuminating b

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@NomadWarMachine Patterns in atoms just souls of before riffing and remixing on eclipsing sounds. Foregrounds of misery cast in shadows illuminating backgrounds bleeding luminescence in shattered fates #smallpoems

This drips in possibilities of found poems that hang on paint brushes of my tongue #smallpoems

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This drips in possibilities of found poems that hang on paint brushes of my tongue #smallpoems

A part of me that isn't me A destiny that controls WE #smallpoems

A part of me that isn't me A destiny that controls WE #smallpoems

can not see that which we must ponder until we sit and conquer monsters of meaning by squandering our wonder in awakening ones leviathan lines structu

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can not see that which we must ponder until we sit and conquer monsters of meaning by squandering our wonder in awakening ones leviathan lines structure in stains of history pooling at edges of a writers cup #smallpoems

All poems about the same history in everything find the undefined and make it poetic haunted ruins dense, layered unknown get moved and make it poetic

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All poems about the same history in everything find the undefined and make it poetic haunted ruins dense, layered unknown get moved and make it poetic all you need, a body, a voice, an imagination feed the jazz of the poetic voice and drag out a physical response for if you live too much in your head no bodily poetry beyond missing cadence in hidden history

Provide imagery for poems to heighten experience in repetition of joy. Finding meaning in public symbols requires not conscious but connections, an im

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Provide imagery for poems to heighten experience in repetition of joy. Finding meaning in public symbols requires not conscious but connections, an image of the kind sought in simplicity of structure. curious, nosy insatiable. The poet lives in times of great cruelty eviscerated by the beauty around us #smallpoems #foolingwithwords Found poem from Marge Pier