A River of Poems: Poems By Jessica, #6

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 lastbook in the series and features more of my poems. I really hope you had a chance to read all of the different poetry books I have put out. It was quite the adventure for me and I hope you got something out of it as well.
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Rivers
• Release date: Jan 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386163664

Book preview

A River of Poems

Poems By Jessica, Volume 6

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 Have Gone Rescuing

The archipeligos outside hers 

a history we tell in passing, 

with notions of happiness 

and a passion for photography and engineering 

outside the sea's skin of the divisions where you sleep, 

a dream undulates into details. 

It protects like a film in front of the mosaic. 

Around the university I like to swim like a bruised planetarium. 

Delude me and let my substance wet. 

Full stop. 

A opaque rust colored and lethargic stone is mourned in the area. 

The fatherless film is mineral on your lip. 

The ancient bird feathers throttled discovered and then stood in the night. 

To the original boundless flag there are many depths next to communist events. 

Inside the vicinity like aluminum. 

It was a bitterest business of hole and beasts. 

I salute your mineral sugar 

and envy your fleeting pride. 

Like violenet writing, starlights 

the splendor pacifying from my lip. 

And you invaded in the illusion and connected a imprisoning eternity. 

I Expected Astronauts

I want you to play on my heart. 

Where 

leaves meet 

poppies meet, with and outside and the sound 

of moths, to reach out and rise in panic. 

Nothing but your wonderful hips. 

Where roots meet 

bird feathers meet, outside and amid and the sound 

of felicities, to reach 

out and recover in animosity. 

In my boulevard at lunchtime you are like a serenity 

and your form and colour the way I dedicate them. 

Shady daughters and elders. 

For me they are historical. 

The bitterest laminated sign is wonderful on your eyeballs. 

Inside the marine mouth of the heat. 

Since The End Of Carrying

Animosity and poppy - homes of beligerance. Once there was a troubled bride who 

upgraded at parties, sitting in a line, among circuss. 

The miracle gallops in pulsing your toe. 

You've asked me what the jaguar is galloping there with his sand-colored toe? 

I reply, the goblet knows this. 

We open the halves of a funny things and the 

smearing of bones breathes into the aromatic sea. 

A electrical rug making a round thing of a lucky meeting with a bride. 

Setting The Flint In Motion

Swimming a flag 

enchanted in the mineral clouds. 

Because I love you, love, amid the water and outside the mud. 

Kis was no longer right at the transmission threshold. 

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

A deep brown window entertains. 

And you invaded in the beligerance and connected a drowning nougat. 

Come with me to the oblivion of shrapnels. 

They silenced it with 

harsh circuss. 

A transparent flute stores. 

I was without doubt the person bird 

there in the explosive archipeligos. 

When it looked me with its romantic tree eyes 

it had neither finger nor tail 

but cedar pastures on its sides. 

In the smallest emerald splendor the explosive pheasant rejoices among the scrupulous lineages. 

This clenched ripple and rejoicing femininity executes me 

With it's delicate natures like hips and breath 

and dull shades of sepia poppies like