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Little poems, gathered over time. Browse posts tagged #smallpoems by type and date.
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Tied to love; lied through Eyes who shove truth above in gloves who hold An iris scoops of Light, that fills two souls As I question candles Who knows Wicks fading in past glow Will always extinguish Us. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryNow dive in deepness of darkness Which harkens To feats in us Whose light Fills nights with Nothing but broken Shadows. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryStolen dreams Rolling on seams Of past flowers Who bloom jn rash hours. A rugged love who loose strings tug on gloom of never was Time broken in tokens of stolen moments Of Mes beholden to us Who lust For lost Holding attonments #smallpoems
Greg McVerryunfocused memories joyous epiphanies seeping into Miseries of unknown histories the misfits of what ifs knowing truth must unwind in glimpses of stolen time told in smiles cut of the same star dust #smallpoems
Greg McVerryMy fitness plan #smallpoems Live your happy. Nothing matters. find your happy in all that matters, of food eat closest to the sun, no dogma honest fun. Just math. Do push ups go outside. paying to run in place, lift heavy stuff, just dumb you are your resistance weight, unless that your happy place. fitness has so little to do with physical No matter matters
Greg McVerryThat howl! Will linger on lattices of our soul, collapsing inward until the final bell tolls. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryMy Memorial Day Poem #edu407 https://jgregorymcverry.com/poetry/MemorialDayPoem.mp4 #smallpoems
Greg McVerry#smallpoems #edu407 Good poets get passed like bad wine, as I take a jug of Emily Oliver from Tara. A poet warrior, opine in prose; precision in paint splashed on moon rises Oliver I find interesting Deep patterns, Ohio hops from pages; so much form, in the free form Yet like a summer wind,once grasped meaning fades, of truth still left, honeysuckle bits stu
Greg McVerry#smallpoems Life unwinds from a dias cast in twine spinning tales of freedom. Portunos holds rapture while hot keys of fire tossed at desire dance in vices and pleading devices Sagan sung, we all made of stars these sermons paint our prison walls in hues of amber fits and blues
Greg McVerryIf you allow magic In You will swirl in art abound No either Or just Both and AND Colors carried on Sounds of One. #smallpoems
Greg McVerryShop whistle blows keeping time chiming for the bosses dime Grit of the mill Grinding teeth But life tastes better On tongues dripped in Saffron sips Of those who swim In the Spirit to go As time sporks into Splinters of Possibilities unknown #smallpoems
Greg McVerryLeesa May Mitchell May your temporal body feed gardens worthy of your righteous glory and delicate beauty for your soul dances to music played on tin foil instruments to the Beat of Black Point waves carried from Kingston ain't nobody I let steal my my kids but you (Well... Robin too but it's your funeral, so keep them....please) #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI am but a pawn pushing bishops on a board of blindfolded kings #smallpoems
Greg McVerryBalance is equinox Cool winds Shadows into light Sun stops time Time stops sun Light into shadows Winds cool Equinox is balance Happy Spring and International Poetry #smallpoems
Greg McVerrydawn awakens. Our sun glistens time frozen in fading frost For trees, leaves long fallen, speak today of poetry A cadence carried on weight of shrinking shadows in the prosody of our politic. #smallpoems #clmooc
Greg McVerryCurl your grasp around rhythm like a dream breaking dawn for it slips away with light of first thought. #smallpoems #ukulele
Greg McVerryPower found holding destinies close. Moirae's Gentle touch opens scales to sound birds escaping Wings beat in percussive flicks of life fit in fingers cutting against time. #smallpoems #ukulele
Greg McVerryFingers fold in familiar patterns until arachnid appendages ascend, then descend on fret board in steady bends clawing through arpeggios #ukulele #smallpoems about getting fingers to find patterns that always existed
Greg McVerry#smallpoems #StopTheSteal How does blood of white privilege dry when ground into sandstones stacked by bloodied hands of American born African chattle? Do hues split into cracked and torn knuckles of of forced laborers? Shattered like families who built The People's House? A polychromatic dance between Noah and Ham? Or do the colors come together in a Climat
Greg McVerry#smallpoems #StopTheSteal I did not have normal day yesterday That is okay Watching domestic terrorists take siege to the US Capitol. Not Normal A call for a Monarch has not rung in the Rotunda since 1814. A seditious attack by our fellow citizens. Not normal. For 206 years the People's House stood protected. Not by guards and police, but a shared national d
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