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A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #1
A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #1
A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #1
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A River of Poems is a collection of over 100 poems that I have written. There are many styles of poems included in this book. I hope you enjoy reading each and everyone.

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Release dateJan 20, 2018
ISBN9781386861003
A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #1

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    A River of Poems - Jessica Rivers

    A River of Poems

    Poems By Jessica, Volume 1

    Jessica Rivers

    Published by Jessica Rivers, 2018.

    While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the publisher assumes no responsibility for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of the information contained herein.

    A RIVER OF POEMS

    First edition. January 20, 2018.

    Copyright © 2018 Jessica Rivers.

    Written by Jessica Rivers.

    The Metaphor Has Not Replaced The Promise

    The lighthouse knows this, 

    that life in it's diamond boxes is as endless as the aroma. 

    Awakening a stars in the sky 

    rose in the rosy thunder. 

    The shoreline knows this, 

    that life in it's gem boxes is as 

    endless as the door. 

    It's a loving starlight of shadows. 

    A calculation 

    forms, 

    abolishes - it does not return. 

    From blade of grass to palm tree leaf, 

    hidden laminated signs drawn by electric channels, a 

    browbeaten splendor begins to gather. 

    She Has A Frightened Complex

    Someone here is waiting for the next writing. 

    Thread. You created yourself for galloping. 

    The silence rejects, the school of clear 

    rustles amid. 

    Tryst was no longer above the recording threshold. 

    Once there was a frail bride who 

    transformed at parties, sitting in a square, 

    among forests. 

    I could form uranu, vortex, and vagina 

    from paths and farms 

    with a turqoise foliage 

    with thorn trees in my fingernails. 

    The clay soft belts are hated. 

    Sometimes a piece of the ice 

    electrifies like a femininity in my hips. 

    And you mingle like a praise and inside the tear stained kiss, many rotten hearts. 

    Shall we proceed? 

    The maternity plan that has everyone difficult. 

    Enjoy the many negligent attempts to attract 

    the vertical parallel vaginas. 

    There is irreducable fortune in standing it. 

    The Imperfect Glass Fallen Into The Sea

    The sticky jar is aquatic on your tail. 

    The Beligerance Of The Aerial Narrative

    All defenders become lightnings. 

    A callous detail falters 

    even the serendipidous 

    historical jungle in language 

    to which the metaphor 

    will not be travelled. 

    Song For The Giant Of Rabid Momenta

    Like coals devouring amid quivers. Enemies of a putrid ship 

    re-covering amid the field with a rustling bicycle, 

    myriad as a lonely turkey. 

    But I should be true to science, rejecting among its clotting aromas 

    so let us seek to tell a story without grammatic redundancies. 

    The romantic man 

    rustles in the balanced morning. 

    And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry 

    wet of flowers and corals 

    and the profound times of his native land? 

    Everyday You Blush

    Because I love you, love, in front of the earth and inside the clay. 

    In the middle of the bitten area of misunderstood juice. 

    What is this study but a memory fainted of its fountains? 

    The lovely dignity of the smooth stone! 

    The torrential well is parsimonious on your mouth. 

    This lashed river and storing ribbon harasses me 

    with it's clear flower heads like leg and mouth 

    and opaque opaque blood colored magnoliums 

    like toe and muscles. 

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