Quotes about cupped, page 2
Epiphany
Epiphany
How soft rain is
I hold out my hands
Cupped like a holy grail
I wash my face
And is rejuvenated
My mind is clear
Epiphany
And slowly rain falls
I understand
Time is no longer endless.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Still it is fresh.
You have been in use.
Your lips are a sucked one,
The breasts a cupped one,
The nape a smelt one,
The thighs a kneaded one
And the part a pierced one.
I don’t mind; you are fresh to me.
I read books read by others.
11.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Boring video
Lycia cupped the Dionysian hexagram in her buccal alter
While Ophelia danced doggie on the bad finger
And Lycia sang sweetly: 'Arr'r Grra Arrg! '
Which some understood to mean: 'I'm so free! '
But sounded more like: 'I needa smoke! '
poem by Winston T. Gylles
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Suicide heart
suicide heart be your e-name
but it is heart that prompts suicide
keep heart safe ins your cupped hands
Don't let it fall to break into pieces
Don't let it be stolen lest others break
so that you say then you are not suicide heart
poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
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An Ocean Beyond The Ocean
Her right hand
lingers among my poems
collecting words
as a child would
picking up pebbles
her mind
(all seashell & driftwood)
her other hand
hidden behind
the falling waterfall
of her hair
cupped to her
ear
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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Ocean Dreams
This melody
Takes me
To days when I hung my hopes
On the ocean
So grand and full of possibilities -
Infinite.
But I forgot
Its ever-changing tide
Its waves crashing harshly
Against the shore
What a fool I was,
Trying to grasp this ocean
In my cupped hands
But I remember
When
The water
Smiled
poem by Joan Hart
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Bird's nest
Here in the ivy,
cupped, a light,
an aery, faery thing;
no artist could make better,
no mother could do more;
so much intelligence,
so much love;
every threaded fibre
a flight of love.
Is it fulfilled, or waiting,
or plundered of its life?
too precious to destroy,
this cradle of intelligence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Metamophosed Disappearance
evaporation of waves printed by others writers of the actual and real world
cannot lift the weight of the the cupped truths
despaired, disappeared into new skins of commercial fetishness
truthiness and authenticity are lit with weighted vows
disappearing dots
demographic discovery of contemporary poetics of the real
poem by Nyein Way
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A Peace; A Piece
there's a peace kept gently cupped in my hands
a tiny, living, breathing peace
a solitary, intrinsic peace
kept alive by my heartbeat and my hope
a piece of an as-of-yet untold tomorrow
a piece of sunshine and unfulfilled justice
that every man, woman, and child
holds cradled in their hands
a piece of a worldly, blood-weary peace
poem by Gina Prettybrowneyes
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A World Of Our Own...
there are other ways
many ways in fact
to create worlds,
some do it in hiding
the world is a corner
a nook of few clutters
some make another ocean
inside their cupped hands
when i talk to myself
when everyone else leaves
for their own homes
on delicate whispers of the
heart
i have too
a world of words
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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