Eight-Word Poems

What price this blood?
What price this land?

Lethe let me forget
E V E R Y T H I N G
I ever knew

Fly
on the wings of a murderous
dove.

Halt there, citizen!
Your carbon-copy smile
stings me.

Lift your lips
Soft satin wings
Reach mine

when wings that fly collide,
must we die?

there where we move
and touch
are monsters

Catch some tears,
From his lashes.
And sleep.

cute dumb eyes
slender tail wagging
ribs exposed

Quote:

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Originally Posted by qimissung

when wings that fly collide,
must we die?

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I love this.

my parched throat sings out
for an icecream

Such bitter
tears we
cry over
our lies

Only Love
Can Make
Your Lives
Eternally Smile.

fear of love
fear of brine
not tears

We dance
upon graves
every day
and night

Sear these lips shut
that wisdom abandon them

that words' ways no longer
escape at will

warranted
or not at all
thick
but hollow.