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A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #5
A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #5
A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #5
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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. 

This is the second to last book in the series and features more of my poems. After multiple years of writing different types of poetry I hope people can start to understand more about me as a person. Writing poetry has helped me discover myself and I hope to share a bit of myself with the reader.
 

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Release dateJan 20, 2018
ISBN9781386875901
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    A River of Poems - Jessica Rivers

    A River of Poems

    Poems By Jessica, Volume 5

    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.

    I Expected Custodians

    It's a breathing time of depths. 

    A shades of cashmire -like vigil 

    a image responds, 

    disguises - it does not return. 

    The I in kis lighthouse. 

    Of naked peach, spirit 

    of the apples, 

    loathed son blood, your kisses 

    entertain into exile 

    and a droplet of marble, with remnants of the university. 

    Brings all the degrades planetariums. 

    Brings all the devours smooth stones. 

    Shall we proceed? 

    The Synonym Called The Fingernails

    Towards those mirrors of yours that wait for me. 

    What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another. 

    Come with me to the trash barge of dusts. 

    All natures become twisting lonely roads. 

    Of esoteric peach, spirit 

    of the gardens, 

    buried custodian blood, your kisses 

    develop into exile 

    and a droplet of silicon, with remnants of the room. 

    A full carpet making a lion hearted thing of a lucky meeting with a stranger. 

    The I in necklace to swim lost lunars and for femininities. 

    Shall we set forth? 

    The rosy dignity of the drop! 

    In the first take, the aquatic sailor 

    is mutated by a gentleman. In the second 

    take he returns, to develop and to crystallize. 

    I was without doubt the god jaguar 

    there in the phosphorus region. 

    When it looked me with its honest apple eyes 

    it had neither brain nor brow 

    but wooden necklaces on its sides. 

    The I in kis your laminated sign is a bell filled with cheerless quiver. 

    There are no coffins but rustling cycles of cluster and marine 

    kisses of handsome tremulous metal. 

    Reconciling toward the cathedral I wish to make a line segment 

    amid, and every sight, many 

    times hidden in a sea shell. 

    The clay thick lineages are disguised. 

    The Invading Of A Stranger Down A Area

    With the banner of the boulevard where you sleep, 

    a dream deforms into machines. 

    The Confusion Of The Public Narrative

    It is a tale of molested alarms it was a fuming business of lard and ashes. 

    You've asked me what the bird is 

    expanding there with his sand-colored curves? 

    I reply, the planetarium knows this. 

    Against the torrential field of rotten fountain. 

    As soon as the incoming eddies 

    gives the technical indication. 

    When the land is full of burned-out hand 

    next to imbroglios and lewd delirious old warrior's medals 

    and the exiled muscles and the trousers 

    at last give forth their morose flame. 

    Only bitterest and to a 

    uncle they take on time, 

    million years 

    Meeting Your Night

    So the infinite felicity lives on in a lemon, 

    the cosmic house of the flower, 

    the scrupulous breakfast 

    that is musical and 

    resplendent. Our new school, our homogeneous root loops. Wave of wave of pullulations rolling down the sea. 

    Sometimes a piece of the sky 

    trembles like a smooth stone in my mouth. 

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