Anatomy Poems - Poems about Anatomy

too many choices whispered voices nagging doubts indecision sprouts anxiety flips paralysis grips nervous breakdown ...

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After poem for "How Do I Love Thee?" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I offered you trust, an open door without locks, My heart lay exposed, vulnerable on the rocks. You entered with a grin, words sweet as honey, But your exhale was ice, your caress felt phony. You spoke of my glow, then left me in the dark,...

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I take the blade like a sculptor takes his chisel— not for art, but for erasure. Skin is too quiet. It wears my face like a mask I never chose. So I slice, deep enough to silence it, to watch it speak in red. Each cut a sentence. Each bruise a thought I couldn't hold. I dig through muscle and memory trying to find what part of...

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In 2013 Amélie Ségarra danced on a Grand Piano with knives taped to the tips of her feet. The room is empty apart from a single man in a music box He wears a black an white suit buttoned up to the collars with bronze cufflinks, To get up she uses an old Woven Rope in brown You can...

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Inside, there’s a small museum where I keep the pieces I couldn’t let go of: the first laugh, a heartbeat that wasn’t mine, the warmth that made me think I was whole. Each memory cataloged by touch and scent, stitched together with words I never spoke. I’ve tried to map it...

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Within the cage, that which surrounds the core There is much to behold Muscles, ire, veins, blood And one eternal liver Selfishly withholding a wisdom that very few reach Burrowed there, betwixt skin and bone, Like an aesthetic for solely the inquisitive to admire Worldly standards hold no weight to that which is concealed in the flesh It is...

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My tongue curls in on itself, an unreasonable fist too stubborn to unclench. Pulling punches, muscle memory it never owned, saves what little flesh hasn’t folded to thicker skin in the game. Yet here it is, unraveling, slowly surrendering to necessity— callused, unwelcome softening in a mouth that remembers nothing gentle, nothing easy. The grip loosens only to recoil, a reflex meant to protect, now an ill-fit for the...

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There's a beat to the pulse beneath the skin, how I stride through these corridors with measured paces, memorizing the contours of muscles and bones, carving roads into my head as I inscribe them on the pages of a textbook. They tell us that we are learning how to save lives. But some days, it seems like we are learning how to...

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What is love really, do we understand? Is it some feeling or our heart's screaming? For someone it's ephemeral, for some its transitory. Some say 'live for whom you love',some say 'be ready to die for your love' . Some say 'if its true love, it will come back', some say 'if its true love, it will never...

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your silhouette bleeds a background of tears inside me and flowing out of me the pain of ages held in rages my soul in cages your hand-print touch-less yet pushes me to the breaking point like stapled glass no true fix for the pieces you've left me in broken child meek and mild none the wild your empty boot doc martens though maybe endlessly crushes me my will ground under such an empty sole as you what shall I...

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First date went great 'Til G.O.A.T. ate plate Second time was fine ...

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Off the workplace and throng the streets Flooding the city with our presence and fleets We must make the most of this weekly stint Waiting not for conviction but acting on a hint For the will to live the living we will Is but a wish expressed in a window of thrill Trying to squeeze in things we...

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We stay up late to watch the Perseid meteor shower, late for us now being after 9. We end up moving our individual lawn chairs to separate parts of the front lawn, apparently more interested in our individual views of the heavens than our proximity as a couple. We see no meteors as we watch the stars begin to appear, but three satellites...

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the human failure presents itself easily... blind rage, insolent vanity absent love....

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She heard pigeons overhead. Looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating, Forming ever emerging patterns in the sky. They soared on and on, Until they became fading black dots in the blue. Such sights would have sent her to raptures, Sometime back...... But now when she sees them. She can only think of the years speeding by, And the chances missed. And her...

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