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Sean Winther

Sean Winther

Lanyard of Flowers

Around her neck
Hangs an emerald line,
Dotted with sun-facing flowers;
Silky smooth, speaks her mind.
 
This line brings this poet
Warmth, even during winter
With great fullness.
 
What is it about flowers
To represent what is unspoken?
I do not know but I am
Glad that it does,
For it speaks to me.

Altre opere di Sean Winther...
There’s a Ghost in My Room

Cold breath Yours was warm No breasts Fully formed Time for love
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how you sound

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
Progression

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.
Hedwig

Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
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The war: L’Chaim

What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
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Poem unwittingly written by a child talking to her mother at the bus stop.

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!
Mus(e)ic Theory

Listen closely to this, mine beati… Thumping with passion, imagination… My longing onto you it does impart In the tuned key of deep adoration… This rhythm of love, it came nary…
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I don’t like my phone

Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
As the Paramedics Load Me Into The Ambulance:

Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
A Quarter Past

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Weak and Wounded Sinner

I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
A poem of fire and ice

In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Untitled

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
Slick chick

Smile at me you vixen, melt me and step your red stiletto in the puddle,
SoYou

I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word



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