Open Poetry #36 |
Without Humanity |
Chronos New Member
since 2005-11-10
Posts 2 |
Her eyes turn black; crows, ravenous flapping cold ringing, that crow’s beating wings like thunder, thunder, like thunder Her nails; lighting strikes, dig deep and burrow into the innocent soil. Fragile knife edge foot hanging off of conductors wires, steel baton circle legs, or lead pencils scampering across the parchment paper dirt. The brown, drab culture depressed, bleeding like an orifice blood, sweat, hormones. Scrappy, calloused drumming fingers across her pot belly stomach. Round, bulbous in its wake. Protruding indefinitely with life. Metal rods for arms like legs, beating her stomach like a drum, pounding another life like an unwanted child. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Welcome!!! Really liked the picture you painted with your words and I look forward to more! "too bad ignorance isn't painful" |
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lilyelapink New Member
since 2005-11-09
Posts 8UK |
hi! glad your here. you certainly have a way of getting yourself across. well done |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
Welcome to Passions, I hope you enjoy your time here, please check your email for a special greeting..... Greeneyes~ ~~**~~ |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Welcome to the Blue Pages, and by viewing your most descriptive images, will impatiently wait for more... |
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Chronos New Member
since 2005-11-10
Posts 2 |
Thanks, I figured I'll back back into posting poetry on web sites again. |
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bslicker
since 2000-12-04
Posts 2321state of mind |
Welcome to PIP Bernie A smile a day keeps the world in smile's. |
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Poet deVine
Administrator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Welcome to the family! Your poem reads very well aloud..sort of like a Poe verse. I enjoyed it and look forward to more from you. |
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Dominique-Simone Senior Member
since 2005-11-12
Posts 643 |
Scrappy, calloused drumming fingers across her pot belly stomach. Round, bulbous in its wake. Protruding indefinitely with life. Those lines are the best good work |
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