- poem title:
50 GRAMS
- poem title:
SHINE A LIGHT
- poem title:
D.
- poem title:
THE WAY WE STAND
- poem title:
THE KISSES WE WERE DENIED
- poem title:
DOWNHILL
- poem title:
LEAF & LIFE
- poem title:
THE CHERRIES’ HARVEST
- poem title:
THE QUEBERT’S CHOICE
- poem title:
MILK DROPS
- poem title:
THE SILENT WAVE
- poem title:
MY FEET ON MARS
- poem title:
WEAKEN SORROW
- poem title:
WHY WE FLOAT
- poem title:
THE RICE GRAIN
- poem title:
THE WHEELED TALE
- poem title:
THE WARMEST AUTUMN
- poem title:
I THROW A LINE
- poem title:
THE READER’S BOX
- poem title:
ONE MORE RIDE
- poem title:
THE STARRED TRAIN
- poem title:
OVERFLY
- poem title:
7th BIRTHDAY GIFT
- poem title:
MELTING LOVE
- poem title:
WET WATER
- poem title:
DIVING JOURNEY
- poem title:
THE RED HAIR GIRL
- poem title:
WAITING FOR MR. BASILEWSKY
- poem title:
UNDER THE MOON
- poem title:
THE ROUND EDGE
- poem title:
THE GRAVE CAROUSEL
- poem title:
THE CHAIRS ROOM
- poem title:
SOULS PORT
- poem title:
PAST IN A BUBBLE
- poem title:
NO ROOF SHELTER
- poem title:
MY NIGHT BOAT
- poem title:
SEEDING THE SEED
CP
Wherever Poetry
Caio Pezzola Poems
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MY FEET ON MARS
MY FEET ON MARS I see my feet on Mars in ten years, while white wolves are marking a circle, safeguarding the perimeter of my consciousness. Revealing the scab of a rusty emptiness. The martian...
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WEAKEN SORROW
WEAKEN SORROW I guess I was sleeping when she carefully pointed at the stone not that far, shaping it gracefully with one finger, she outlined our house… from her daydream jar. Now that feeble flames...
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WHY WE FLOAT
WHY WE FLOAT Have you ever asked yourself what is concealed into the ship’s bloated chest? Why that much room between the keel blade and the passengers’ cabins… There is no grace, neither proportion between...
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THE RICE GRAIN
THE RICE GRAIN I told you I lost it right behind the corner of the 9th with the 5th and since that lazy step I felt vaguely drunk, leaning my hands on a spider web...
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