Abraded Poems - Poems about Abraded

...A turncoat sheds his skin, like autumn leaves, To don a new coat with many bright hues. With a mask, and an overcoat for thieves, For whom or what, when, his deceit may choose. Once clad in vir......

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...I will celebrate temporary triumphs Little moments when my skin feels like my own The days I wake up without the crushing weight on my chest, setting the elephant aside to greet the dawn I will w......

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...SAND airborne dust devil stinging whirligig rips my hair, eyes, and skin I’m well-scoured and abraded “Cleansing sand storm, if I survive.” NB: Clarity Pyramid, ......

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...The mobile mind of the indomitable mariner, the resolute sailor floating on the waves of life, rolling on the curled crests with splintered moon, drawn into dark agony troughs of drowned stars, s......

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...Hustle of traffic In red and green With whirls of more motor horn and The thrust radio in my car All concealed and unfortunate but, In fierce search of oasis "why not play the recorder?" That ......

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...What day was it I found this piece Of broken bottle turned to gem Abraded by the sands and tides And worn to faded opulence Just trash upon the ocean’s shore Now in a jar upon a shelf And m......

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...After wishing me a good morning, he said that it was all set, It was time to raze the house, even though I wasn't in debt! But they wanted to build a big highway, exactly in this spot, Like a be......

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...The first two lines from - I am Me Set me Free - by Maria Williams Use my oil and mill my seed My healing powers are all you need I grow on trees as old as time I will keep you in your prime ......

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...Strewn to the floor he collected his marbles and memories Had played for hours as a child with his friends in the flat Passed innumerable hours never bored always enthralled Abraded by wear ......

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..."Always thought of myself as a top of the food chain type of guy but lately I'm stuck on the bottom" In the pitch of night I wander foraging the inner workings of the mind life ha......

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...Compassion sings in velvet vibrato violin strokes, thrumming upon an ivory frame suffused in dulcimer tones of need. Half deaf we echo broken words, sharp jagged phrases, defining the borders of......

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..."I don't see myself..." he began. That's quite OK. You can feeeel yourself. We can see you. We do see you. (and we are trying to feel you.) Let us in? "...making it through the next f......

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...I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade – An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made, But Perseph......

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...The rain didn't fall last night so much as it was thrown. The wind didn't blow last night so much as it was whipped. And a whip is a thing which lacerates, it cuts. The day after was......

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...(In 1807, Beethoven wrote a piano/violin piece with this title. Count Leo Tolstoy followed in 1890, with a short novel of the same name, in which he argued that matrimony can never work.) Wha......

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