Poems About Ocean Vuong Published by Members Recently Online
#OceanVuong
javalini
Poem Published
4th Aug 2020 1:48pm
4th Aug 2020 1:48pm
SPARED
my disease was loneliness
bubbling up from
a chasm tucked under the ribs
a skeletal soul
repugnant
draped across the wire
as though waiting for redemption
still, the angels
did their best for me
circling my boat
keeping me anchored
praying the gods to blow their storms
to distant places
where harder faces bore their wrath,
fought the good fight
and took their losses
mike and phillip
luke and lisa
all broken by circumstance
ruined or dead...
bubbling up from
a chasm tucked under the ribs
a skeletal soul
repugnant
draped across the wire
as though waiting for redemption
still, the angels
did their best for me
circling my boat
keeping me anchored
praying the gods to blow their storms
to distant places
where harder faces bore their wrath,
fought the good fight
and took their losses
mike and phillip
luke and lisa
all broken by circumstance
ruined or dead...
#OceanVuong
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13 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
Beautiful Memories (Ocean Vuong Tribute)
I see the lust and hunger in your eyes,
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
#love
#memories
#OceanVuong
582 reads
9 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
Beautiful Memories (Ocean Vuong Tribute)
I see the lust and hunger in your eyes,
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
#love
#memories
#OceanVuong
582 reads
9 Comments
eswaller
Poem Published
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
11th Aug 2020 00:28am
Beautiful Memories (Ocean Vuong Tribute)
I see the lust and hunger in your eyes,
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
green like the meadows we spend our
summers trampling through as children.
Home… Who would have thought we
would come back to the place where we
began and started. Memories filter in like
all the times we sat on the front porch
waiting and watching. Or when we laid
down on the soft grass and we would
see the stars shatter and break like
bullets going straight for the heart.
Did you know how many times I saw
you cry and how I wished I could do
something about it? I never saw...
#love
#memories
#OceanVuong
582 reads
9 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
#love
#wind
#metaphor #OceanVuong
#metaphor #OceanVuong
585 reads
16 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
#love
#wind
#metaphor #OceanVuong
#metaphor #OceanVuong
585 reads
16 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
#love
#wind
#metaphor #OceanVuong
#metaphor #OceanVuong
585 reads
16 Comments
nomoth
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
25th Aug 2020 10:24pm
'...the basic elements of containment in practise abroad'
the obligation of silence.
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
all creativity is relevant.
the time it took
between my fingertips
and the dead tv force. if only
I
could
expel the old codes,
the gods and the spaces in between...
absorbed in
hawk training,
and the jesses, anklets and lures,
hung above the crest, on wave, ...
#love
#wind
#metaphor #OceanVuong
#metaphor #OceanVuong
585 reads
16 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Ocean Vuong Published by Members Recently Online
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