Poems About E E Cummings Published by Members Recently Online
#EECummings
Sleazy nights beaming with loser pride
Cough syrup and Sprite
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
#CharlesBukowski
#dirty
#EECummings
#porn
#ThrillSeeking
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Sleazy nights beaming with loser pride
Cough syrup and Sprite
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
#CharlesBukowski
#dirty
#EECummings
#porn
#ThrillSeeking
263 reads
16 Comments
Sleazy nights beaming with loser pride
Cough syrup and Sprite
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
#CharlesBukowski
#dirty
#EECummings
#porn
#ThrillSeeking
263 reads
16 Comments
Sleazy nights beaming with loser pride
Cough syrup and Sprite
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
#CharlesBukowski
#dirty
#EECummings
#porn
#ThrillSeeking
263 reads
16 Comments
Sleazy nights beaming with loser pride
Cough syrup and Sprite
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
The loser chronicles
Yeah, you remember
Those gritty nights
Carnival
Arcade
Blow jobs behind the freak palace
Schools out forever
Short skirts
Hand jobs
Dense humidity
Road to nowhere
You always by my side
#CharlesBukowski
#dirty
#EECummings
#porn
#ThrillSeeking
263 reads
16 Comments
Broken Poetry
Long after the tears are cried
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#EECummings
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1 Comment
Broken Poetry
Long after the tears are cried
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#EECummings
10 reads
1 Comment
Broken Poetry
Long after the tears are cried
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#EECummings
10 reads
1 Comment
Broken Poetry
Long after the tears are cried
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#EECummings
10 reads
1 Comment
Broken Poetry
Long after the tears are cried
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
after the spilt ink has dried
the poem takes its shape
while short jagged lines
break with their own designs
Littering the vague written page
with all of this scattered debris
tight stanzas now finally free
to at last speak the unspoken
when all of this poetry is broken
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
#art
#EECummings
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1 Comment
I Feel Silence
Silence…….
I feel
the silence
D
e
e
P
L
Y
It may not take
form
But it is still
felt
For it is here……
Surrounding
me
Becoming
me
# E.E. Cummings
I feel
the silence
D
e
e
P
L
Y
It may not take
form
But it is still
felt
For it is here……
Surrounding
me
Becoming
me
# E.E. Cummings
#EECummings
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3 Comments
XLV 'you' (into winter)
in winter
all worlds are
born to die (in you)
vacant it seems we are
born to live by love (it's true)
"unmoving we pass walking deaths
in idle breaths seldom seen by few"
(behind a dirtied pane you sit) beneath
some loveless halo of doom and hurry (worry)
as black leaves on a tree of life are (hiding)
all my selves in your minds grasp are (abiding)
I shall see you there (falling, recalling)
I shall grieve for the one heart that
died inside mine. what heart
you say mine
what is that you carry ...
all worlds are
born to die (in you)
vacant it seems we are
born to live by love (it's true)
"unmoving we pass walking deaths
in idle breaths seldom seen by few"
(behind a dirtied pane you sit) beneath
some loveless halo of doom and hurry (worry)
as black leaves on a tree of life are (hiding)
all my selves in your minds grasp are (abiding)
I shall see you there (falling, recalling)
I shall grieve for the one heart that
died inside mine. what heart
you say mine
what is that you carry ...
#love
#winter
#EECummings
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DU Poetry : Poems About E E Cummings Published by Members Recently Online