Best Blotchy Poems

I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver...

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I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.
      I quickly consume all that I analyze.
      Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.
 ...

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Contrary to popular myth, Einstein did NOT reject the existence of Time, but he did reject the differences of its elements, stating that "the distinction...

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She's split  amongst the two
One a girl unheard of,
Few see little from
  Who gawks at the slivered moon
through blotchy eyes,
Welled up tears as...

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Though my eyes my have dark circles
And my hands have become hardened and blotchy from life
My worth is valued
I have seen the discarded past of...

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I am just finishing my morning meditation when I hear my doorbell ring. It actually sounds more like that buzzing sound you hear if you...

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Death Mask

The man lay quietly prone as if sleeping,
All earthly cares laid aside for safe keeping.
A hushed silence with amplitude filled the room,
Pungent incense wafted...

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a...

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Tis the season of high expectation
And disappointing outcomes

Of obligations 
And guilty consciences 


Tis the season of cellulite
And failed diets

Of sinking self esteem
And blotchy faces

Tis the...

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Our story takes place in the mid sixteen hundreds,
Filled with (not so) fresh corpses and newly beloveds.
The stench of Black Death had choked all of...

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Emotions scuttle through me
Like clouds across a sky
One minute I feel glee
The next I feel I'll die

My face is red and blotchy
My eyes feverishly bright
I...

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Death! I ’m afraid if you can trample the thorns of agony 
Spread all over my courtyard; 
You are bare footed, 
Any way, come, 
I...

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Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die

For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and...

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Place a hat on my head and see yourself drawing flowers not drowning in the 
rain.

How would they have survived a beastly incident like that?

Water,...

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Variations on a Theme of Red 

Color of bold that daubs the sunset bright
Old fair weather friend of shepherd’s delight
That taints the emblazoned rays of...

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