Poems by beapolkadot

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  • Edges (2)

    We're standing at an ending of an edge
    I'm tilting, toppling, toward tearful tumbles...

  • Scorn (2)

    I am the Catalyst
    earthquake at my step...

  • Depth dies
    Shallowness succumbs...

  • Fathers: Now that's a complicated issue
    Let's talk about father's Day...

  • Well darling, I hate to say this
    But we are weeds...

  • There's always something whispered in the breath
    before a kiss...

  • Take 1 for one week
    Take 2 from them on...

  • I think I fell in love with your nose
    I know this is quite strange...

  • I think in my mind I'll always be little. The...
    And then, Vikki's stomach ballooned, a new cousin...

  • Hands are intimate objects of affections
    Hold hands on dirty streets, forget the vague...

  • Sometimes, when I drive home late at night I...
    I looked at the road behind me, dark and empty...

  • In the depth of the darkest nights
    You'll embrace my sobbing body...