Edwin Cordero

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Edwin Cordero Poems

1. Roses Without Thorns 12/31/2012
2. Geisha 12/31/2012
3. Land 12/31/2012
4. Unique 12/31/2012
5. Lost In The Memory 12/31/2012
6. An Apple Tree 12/31/2012
7. Free 12/31/2012
8. A Dip In 12/31/2012
9. The Heart 12/31/2012
10. Wistful 12/31/2012
11. Ignored By The World 12/31/2012
12. Ignorance 12/31/2012
13. The Sea And The Lighthouse 3/3/2013
14. Self-Esteem 3/4/2013
15. The Downed Kite 3/4/2013
16. Stormy Night 3/10/2013
17. The One Who Kept Me Company 3/10/2013
18. Paradise 3/10/2013
19. Adieu 3/10/2013
20. The Bind Of Sleep 3/10/2013
21. The Travel Of Evil 3/10/2013
22. Tiger Eyes 3/10/2013
23. A Cottage Thunderstorm 3/10/2013
24. Lying In The Shade 3/10/2013
25. Ignore 3/10/2013
26. The Sun Rises Again 3/10/2013
27. Artificial Light 3/10/2013
28. Am I Human At Night? 3/10/2013
29. Lighting The Match 3/17/2013
30. Change Of Mirrors 3/19/2013
31. Flesh In Chains 3/20/2013
32. Unsatisfactory Dreaming 4/2/2013
33. Loved 4/2/2013
34. An Incomplete Meadow Song 4/2/2013
35. Never Known But Always Told 4/2/2013
36. Pine-Winter 4/2/2013
37. The Spark Of Confusion 4/2/2013
38. Cathartic Paralysis 4/2/2013
39. The Bay 4/2/2013
40. It Was Only Ever A Glimpse 4/2/2013
Best Poem of Edwin Cordero

Snow Mountain

Up on this mountain,
A clear fountain
Distills water.

Up on this mountain,
The snow covers
My Asian cottage.

Hiding in it,
Shuddering,
At that image.

Who would've thought
After all the scarce
Populace pilgrimage

That I'd be visited
By this distraught,
Wretched demon.

Nightfall's on the horizon
As I peak through blinds on
This wagging figure.

Blowing the candles,
My body trembles
As a mirror.

To hear him calling
In mocking fashion
Is the ultimate trigger:

“You should have ...

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Unique

She's quite unique:
Always heard, but never seen.
They don't appreciate her beauty—
Particular in the features they seek.

I questioned her last week—
Asked about her sacrifice.
She said they knew not what they possessed,
But that the love of one would suffice.

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