Best Chafe Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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in silence, we connect through gazes
knitted by starlit eyes ablaze
like dusk's luster wafting by the sill ...
and we need not ramble in paraphrases
of  night’s...

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Governments have been intent on 
eradicating our rights one by one
Backing us in a corner with countless 
threats with nowhere to run 

Under the disguise...

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Formal forms feel nice and safe
But meter makes me sweat
Sometimes rhymes will grind and chafe
And stresses makes me fret

Perhaps there is another way?
I need to...

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When everything seems peaceful
and all is going well
you'll find out that Murphy's rules
will grab you like a spell

When you build your money up
a bundle in...

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All is quiet, my corner still safe.
Ten more pounds, I’m beginning to chafe.
I’ve chewed the couch and the lazy boy chair.
I look like a hippy...

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// Apologies to all who do not follow the sport of baseball. My team is in the playoffs for the first time since 2006 and...

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How can I fetch what's inside me?
It's a mental scream I can see,
They had poured fear through my mind's crease,
Tears swell deep ache, I grieve...

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In the evening of my anger,
My blood has boiled to scorch,
The Ravens voice is rhetorical unto my answers
The clock will chime until it has ticked...

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God is my sanctuary, the One to whom I run,
He is my hiding tower, my only Rising Sun,

He is the Rock on whom I stand...

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I don’t have a blueprint,
just this smudged version
of what she would look like, 
an impression in a shop windowpane,
just as the light catches her in...

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If I had to choose a path,
Which way would I go, what choice would I make?
Would I follow my heart, or listen to my head?
Would...

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WHEN STATURE IS A FORM OF GRACE

Red hair,
skin sweet apple, 
Her face  like a geisha
quiet yet armed with falcon eyes
You'll see.

His nose:
sharp  like...

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Rain seems to fall under my umbrella
Down below it falls directly on me
It leaves an impression, a firm aura
The wetness of the water simply sees

Down...

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Some days I wake up 
Brush my teeth with anxiety 
And braid my hair with pain
There are days I chafe at my dark skin
As insults...

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