Quotes about venom, page 10
And There is...a Mirror
And there is a mirror
A legend of honesty
Shadow for someone
And never be the light
That is mirror
Sometimes gloomy and icy
Sometimes lives just to see
That is mirror
Sometimes reflects from the wasted
Giving the venom contained truth
But let the mirror
Standing strong without losing freedom
Before the spell is broken
And bursts like shattered glass
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Completion...
the body
is stroked upon
by
tender hands
this body
stands before it
watching
caressing those
hands
skin lands on
skin
the world knows
its own
kind of foreplay
clouds on the side
of the hills
sunset kneeling
upon the foot
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Glitches
It was more than
I could take.
The phallic paranoia.
Can I come out of
your body and kneel
before death?
Less than dark
I dream of the nipples
spurting out venom.
A pumice raft
of the crowd, sailing
on the waves of narcissism.
Invisible sharks
on high seas
open the lambs for salt.
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poem by Satish Verma
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What Semiramis Said
The moon's a steaming chalice,
Of honey and venom-wine.
A little of it sipped by night
Makes the long hours divine.
But oh, my reckless lovers,
They drain the cup and wail,
Die at my feet with shaking limbs
And tender lips all pale.
Above them in the sky it bends
Empty and gray and dead.
To-morrow night 'tis full again,
Golden, and foaming red.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Woman!
Are you the Eve
that tempts Adam
or the snake that
hisses around
to spit its venom
on its prey, the man?
Or are you the woman
in the Garden of Eden
born out of the womb
of your mother,
clothed in the wings
of your freedom and passion?
Are you the woman
proud of your culture and origin
who cannot be damned to hell
by the forefathers' heaven
of long-waged patriarchy?
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Daily Libations
Raise again this chalice,
fearsome and seductive;
that brims with venom
and sparkles with promise
that in the twilight beckons...
Raise this goblet
to once satin lips
now runnelled with
bypassed dreams,
you hope but hope in vain...
Gulp down your fill,
wait for forgetfulness still;
let the dregs of this cup
caress your wearied mind,
'til dawn tops it up again.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Do Not Mind
I am forgetting
eating drinking wearing.
You are giving me a serpent
When I am asking for fish
And I do not mind.
You are sending a ravenous wolves
When I am asking for sheep's clothing
And I do not mind.
You are offering poisonous venom
When I am asking for sweet fruitjuice
And I do not mind.
You are forgetting
You are with me and sharing
equally eating drinking wearing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Venom In Veins
Venom! In veins
Here lies a woody like wood
Waiting to be snoozed on shores of sorrow,
Keeps on cancelling days on a yellow paper,
Rather than recording fading fate of its stoutness like the doctor had commanded.
Desire to live longer blinds its' mind to forget the night it committed sin;
Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!
It bawls loud enough not to kindle a quiescent virus!
poem by Iyamuremye Wilfred
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Aham Asmi...
Night melts into tears,
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was lake,
and I was sun.
I held you on to my breast.
give me your fangs,
and give me your venom.
I am blue and I am the death.
Centuries of wounds
and millions of scars.
Silence of sky,
and lull in the clouds.
I am the storm,
and I am the gale.
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poem by Satish Verma
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An Unintended Blessing
the critic serves a useful purpose
criticism can contain a surprising
amount of suddenly revealed truth
comments may have been venom versed
yet these are a great source of inspiration
in identifying areas to accurately improve
my philosophy, to use criticism, for a better,
more determined purpose, as focus point,
as an inspiration, to succeed, to attain excellence
poem by Terence George Craddock
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