Averted Poems - Poems about Averted

The President is facing a dilemma: should he try to remove a pickle from his left ear? He phoned the caveman for advice, the phone is answered by his hairy wife, upon hearing of the Presidents pickle situation she replied tartly, “You should eat only broccoli and kale, and avoid the fatty parts of the whale.” The president is clearly shaken. He bestows upon...

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She was just seventeen The flowers had started blooming The flower doesn't bloom for itself It wants to mingle in another breath The parents scolded heavily The petals moaned with pain in the veins The flowers didn't stop blooming At the pot of seventeen they seldom stop What's the point in the blossoming if the scent can't be exchanged at the intoxicating corridor with the...

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Eyes down, I do the test. Eyes down, it's you I detest. Avert your vicious stare, your blazing eyes, frying me. I won't look up, until you look away. I can see what your eyes are doing peripherally, in the corner of my eyes, while I...

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The Dark Curse, The Monster and His Act Of Vengeance Averted He killed a loud squirrel, hungry hawk and silent mouse Tossed them in a black bag along with six dead toads By midnight moon took all to the old hag witch's house Hidden deep in oak grove at the junction of three roads. Anticipating that terrible curse he vowed...

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Urgent request from a friend; asking for prayer for her daughter Caschel— directly in hurricane's path— refusing to evacuate. No hotel will take her, with all her animals. She's holed up in her bathroom, animals in cages. My friend asks, How do I pray for her do I ask God to save her from her own stupidity? ...

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Please look me in my eyes filled with tears What are you hiding from me, my love? You're looking down sobbing, my dear My heart is hurting like an injured dove Your shame is intensely scaring me But I am trying not to hurt And thinking we may no longer be "we" Feels like you're stomping my heart in the dirt Please tell...

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I'm looking for the dejavu that should be caught to contemplate the miss, near miss of circumstance the hand that brushed us by, by chance I'm looking for the accident that blew up seconds after us with cars colliding and the rest (it's just a brush with introspect) I'm feeling back for that one time an undertow, the killing kind nipped weakly with the tip...

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