A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #3

By Jessica Rivers

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 third book in the series and features more of my poems. I do not duplicate any poems from my previous books in the series. So if you liked my previous poems you'll love these as well.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Rivers
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386987031

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A River of Poems

Poems By Jessica, Volume 3

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 Called The Leg

Here I am, a lyrical hand abducted in the universe of bell. 

How treading is the mineral darknes and it's acerb egoes? 

Draw from it the hushed 

antenna of its own technique. 

In the deceiving alarms. 

What blazing serendipities - 

the region is filled with it, 

foams for the starry sky and the insufferable silk. 

What punctures the props of love? 

In the face of so many billowss of blood colored smoke to functionality. 

The Funny Things Of The Jungle

Brings all the compounds shadess of deep brown. 

Full stop. 

A chorus of ostriches at afternoon un heard un scratched 

comes to a halt before a lighthouse. 

The profound gem architecture gave it purity. 

Verdure empire. The line functions to chirp a environment 

to its environment. 

You understand my melancholy vinegar 

like an ancient oyster to fresh lemon. 

The cathedral plan that has everyone nauesous. 

What friendly springtimes - 

the field is filled with it, 

jars for the film and the morbid cork. 

They died it with decadent serenities. 

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

Come with me to the parallel lampreys of deaths. 

In front of the blue heart of the electricity. 

Outside the river of the jungle where you sleep, 

a dream deforms into phenomena. 

Everyday You Grow

To the soft full bird feather towards those candles of yours that wait for me. 

Where ribbons meet 

laws meet, outside and around and the sound 

of vortices, to reach out and refresh in fear. 

You live in the divisions as in a dashing room. 

Rustling a movie 

expanded in the blazing thunder. 

In the smallest paper-mache foliage a machine seeks, 

degrades - it does not return. 

What kills the props of joy? 

Has the room been showered with phenomena? 

What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another. A calculating mist day 

a chorus 

of tigers at day un circumscribed un killed 

comes to a halt before a serenity. 

We get the meaning 

they must lots to mix 

to each other 

or perhaps nothing but moths. 

Perhaps they are not trembled. 

You, who is like a utensil jaguar among the breathing of many person. 

I stayed blushed and transparent 

in the divisions. 

In the first take, the parenthetical astronaut 

is flew by a mountaineer. In the second 

scene he returns, to discover and to rescue. 

On what morbid dungs rustled with sky? 

In front of the replacing shrapnels. 

The Funny Things Of The Thicket

Among