Best Clammy Poems

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst...

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Remember that time
Oh that smile
that beautiful smile
that little playful smirk
tugging at my shirt
waiting for me to ask you to dance
That little blue skirt
Cashmere sweater
Your cheeks,...

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Peekaboo
I see you
But you do not see me

Clammy sweat
Palms get wet
You want to run, be free

Shiver, shake
Wide eyes make
You give a stiffled scream

Unclear doubt
What's about
Feel's...

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From a mouthful of this morning’s eggs,
I pull bits of char from yesterday’s breakfast.
‘I had no chance to scrub the pan’, I plea with myself-
But...

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Fire and ice fill these veins, dreams 
are no longer sufficient to quell the
turbulent tides that quarrel within.
Deep within butterflies dance out 
of sync, and...

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Every Day You Play
by Pablo Neruda
loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Every day you play with Infinity’s rays.
Exquisite visitor, you arrive with the flowers and the...

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it was sizzling hot    scorching   blazing   sweltering -
    oh the unbearable heat   (from...

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In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer
Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones,...

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With beating heart and dragging feet this dark and soulful night
I stealthily tiptoe past her window hoping - not to see her light
But bathed in...

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1#
Brewed tea
Wife and myself
Nothing between us
2#
He was metamorphosed 
Into a frog
When his wife had left him
3#
I needed
A lonely woman
Thousand years back
4#
She shivered
In yellow sun
Struck by...

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My husband... has never minded
    eating a vegetable he doesn't like
        just so they will...

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Burgundy and scented candles
dinner at eight
pacing with clammy hands
she is running late.

She usually does
arriving bathed in candlelight
always the muse
capturing the essence of night.

I let her...

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Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies

Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is...

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The last Night of October

It's that time, again, the last night of October, 
the last glow of twilight nearly gone.
Children race out and about,
winding through...

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INDIAN PIPE
(The Corpse Plant)


in the shadows
     in the shadows
          teardrop eyes

Like bagpipes...

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