Wes Thompson Poems

sunken flagships
rest within me
as heaven claims back
lives from the sea
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I like forgetting to breath
with my heart sewn to my sleeve
because it doesn't remind me of anything
the sound of new names
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he was left underground to never be found
until the day he was buried
when the river was drowned
and god gave him a tongue for the words he had spun
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to pick such gentle roots from fertile ground
the womb of Earth is bless'ed by thy reign
a humbled height beauty cannot contain
Her petaled breast that beats without a sound
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a single rose
white as snow
in starless skies
reflects the glow
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Of heart and pain we shared between-
Though broken, while together we were full.

As soldiers marching cold and frail till dawn.
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I've coloured this picture for you; yellow-
flowers who brush against my shoes.
No supple, petaled breast may fall before-
each stride I bear against the breeze,
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my last resort
when left
abandoned
I find myself
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sitting on
two half submerged
rocks within
a stream of sound
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Friend, it has been far too long
Since we enjoyed one another's company
Smoking cigarettes and debating
Trivial passions of life
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