Paradise
Great orchids bloom Against the humid, foggy gloom, Seedlings eat the dead And on my skin rolls angry red As army ants crush my bones Marching over my heaving tombstone; And I rot six feet underneath…
the poisonwood bible is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 1 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees the poisonwood bible in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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