broken toes dance on fingertips scraping our elbows of bent memories #smallpoems
broken toes dance on fingertips scraping our elbows of bent memories #smallpoems
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#smallpoems The most interesting thing outside your window right now that you see every day, keep thinking about parallels between COVID-19 and the gy
#smallpoems The most interesting thing outside your window right now that you see every day, keep thinking about parallels between COVID-19 and the gypsy moth and ash beetle that devastated forests of southeastern Connecticut: Giants of old hang tired, towering over a history past by. Branches bend and crumble under weight of knowing no spring will come now
Greg McVerryI have a rock everyone should mine stained in black graffiti of a gypsy invasion Still I sit and watch and think and sit, I return to my rock often, n
I have a rock everyone should mine stained in black graffiti of a gypsy invasion Still I sit and watch and think and sit, I return to my rock often, not every day but enough find your rock you need it #smallpoems
Greg McVerryConnecticut, Algonquin for "Long Tidal River" English translation "FU to history" 169 towns 169 lies Flaunting truth Blue placard signs greet Guests w
Connecticut, Algonquin for "Long Tidal River" English translation "FU to history" 169 towns 169 lies Flaunting truth Blue placard signs greet Guests with Settlement dates documenting manifest destiny's baby steps Aint no town been put down Where people aint been before Our language cast saviors' history layers of tailored truths masking misery Pilgrims and C
Greg McVerrySometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible re
Sometimes reality seeps Into peripheral vision A Sense of mission when Wishing brings no Answers. Just unasked Questions seeking Anchors Impossible realities, barnacles Growing on rusted prints Dripping in stolen yesteryear #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upo
I sit restless As somber Solitude settles in House now as Asleep as streets Who cry in agony, lusting after lost Action Souls searching for Sounds upon empty Seas of forgotten misery #smallpoems
Greg McVerryunleash holes in broken nows who claw through glass eyes in hopes of refactoring a better tomorrow #smallpoems
unleash holes in broken nows who claw through glass eyes in hopes of refactoring a better tomorrow #smallpoems
Greg McVerryLet desire drive destiny Set fire and knives to Those Flee A reality Me rooted In thee #smallpoems
Let desire drive destiny Set fire and knives to Those Flee A reality Me rooted In thee #smallpoems
Greg McVerryI write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels #smallpoems #writingco
I write No choice. words bleed into screeds seeking silence in a broken soul pen picking up pieces and wrapping poems in pixels #smallpoems #writingcommunity #clmooc
Greg McVerryPoetry allows my scar tissue to breath Whispers slicing wounds as words seek needs to bleed #smallpoems #poetry #writingcommunity
Poetry allows my scar tissue to breath Whispers slicing wounds as words seek needs to bleed #smallpoems #poetry #writingcommunity
Greg McVerryPoetry. My rudder to navigate interstates of being #smallpoems #writingcommunity #poetry
Poetry. My rudder to navigate interstates of being #smallpoems #writingcommunity #poetry
Greg McVerryPick weird poems In malformed bits of broken desire #smallpoems
Pick weird poems In malformed bits of broken desire #smallpoems
Greg McVerryWhispers of yesteryear broken on gears of tomorrow's false promise. Turning in fickle hearts dulled notches slipping on realities of stolen prophets #
Whispers of yesteryear broken on gears of tomorrow's false promise. Turning in fickle hearts dulled notches slipping on realities of stolen prophets #smallpoems
Greg McVerrySome sad truths told in Genesis, yet Lot, so named for his theoxenia, Angels welcomed only by "Lot's wife" who served food wine, and life her angles p
Some sad truths told in Genesis, yet Lot, so named for his theoxenia, Angels welcomed only by "Lot's wife" who served food wine, and life her angles promised to strangers left as pillar of salt a bitter reward for glancing at home #poetryport #smallpoems
Greg McVerryTonight I wrote my most important poem, one day I will have the confidence to share it with the world but not today, and that pains me, but shields fr
Tonight I wrote my most important poem, one day I will have the confidence to share it with the world but not today, and that pains me, but shields from pricks of a sentence that punctuates a past running on and on #poetryport #smallpoems
Greg McVerryLike clockwork and with confidence I should plan and understand that any time I need to record He will be there outside the door waxing the floor We e
Like clockwork and with confidence I should plan and understand that any time I need to record He will be there outside the door waxing the floor We each seek perfection as a reflection that can shine more #smallpoems #poetryport
Greg McVerryOn a search to hide the kind release of cruel memories seeking stasis at the legrange point of my soul as scabs of time fester in a three body problem
On a search to hide the kind release of cruel memories seeking stasis at the legrange point of my soul as scabs of time fester in a three body problem of memory history me #poetryport #smallpoems
Greg McVerryPoetry is simplicity A cadence of our /ˈkän(t)SHəsnəs/ beating to the one #poetryport #smallpoems
Poetry is simplicity A cadence of our /ˈkän(t)SHəsnəs/ beating to the one #poetryport #smallpoems
Greg McVerryA lost negotiation of self is like coming home with a package of Oreo Most Stuffed cookies because you..had..to know.. then as you spit out the first
A lost negotiation of self is like coming home with a package of Oreo Most Stuffed cookies because you..had..to know.. then as you spit out the first bite you recall how much you hate Double Stuffed Oreos #poetryport #smallpoems
Greg McVerryBroken splashes of sunlight spill Across moonlit bows bouncing on currents of dried Creek beds. The mast towering in infancy with sails stretched over
Broken splashes of sunlight spill Across moonlit bows bouncing on currents of dried Creek beds. The mast towering in infancy with sails stretched over Ropes pulling On yesterday #smallpoems #poetryport
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