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    Tectonic Plates

      Tectonic plates move Under my feet Eerie sounds of the ground shifting Shifting my soul and my sense of self Hope eludes me as the root cause of my uneven understanding of self crumbles Swimming in sea fog and…

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    2 poems- Sameera Mansuri

    A prayer God won’t hear. The rain is suffocating inside the clouds The leaves are burning in agony I pluck flowers often and place them in my books wondering anything beautiful needs to be preserved. My eyes have begun resembling…

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    Red Rose

    A linguist stutters at her belly button Lover’s crawl up to her chest And drink upon the collarbone One hums his mother’s Spanish lullaby Another pleads for his father to stop The reckless beating She sits by the window pane…

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    Grieving the grief

      grief, a shout in the void where birds chirp and sing meaningless songs of love and heaven swings to it’s highest position in prayers but nothing is left, at least it looks like this.   my mouth is an…

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    An imprisoned poem

      Butterflies perched upon lashes The dark in my eyes is engulfing all Stars in yours A hiccup stung the memory of you I knit a bag of lies to carry on Shapely shoulders Disproportionate bones break like Twigs under…

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    A tree as a protest Art

        we talk in circles and to anyone they shout, ‘just get to the point already’ when none of them studied geometry or physics or Wordsworth or expectation you expect poetry to greet you like an old friend so,…

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    Lost Home

      The wind has broken down a couple of times resting on my back giving me solace when in fact she needs it more than me wind, a carrier of good times doused with the fragrance of a lover's kiss…

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    A friend I never Knew

      A friend I Never knew, The body of Mine in Mirroring Form.   Sadness as I’ve Felt, A torture Wrought From the Twisting Antics of False clowns Marching with Black balloons On shadowy Streets.   Something in A restless…

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    The Spiral Graveyard

      Sprawling in tiny, The graveyard behind my house, Is a spiral graveyard with Hundreds of tomb stone, Etched with emotions, Hidden inside the lunar light. The tombstone carved Out of their regret, Shines in turbulent thunder, When words fall…

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    Cannibals Of love

      Darling, you look like you’ve never washed the hair of someone who hurt you I’ve always been a Good Samaritan when it comes to aiding strangers but I can’t go on pretending I’m doing this for you the airport…

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