Best Flinch Poems

you write your words and they make me cry
you write those word and you know i die
but i've died so often now

i held you in...

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You hang there on the rise of dawn
Bending twigs where you cling,
Glistening gems on sunlit lawn,
Where I greet you before you're gone,
Before my passions forlorn...

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The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its breath etches frost on my windowpanes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches  

Blood is slowly chilling inside my...

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Today I found you cornered, drenched in cold,
your fur coat nothing but a newborn's down,
a tiny ball unfolding while I hold
you shivering. Your lacerations frown

and...

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Where do her dreams take her,
      beauty with hair of gold?

Does she dance among the stars tonight
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It’s been a while
I know your need
I read your smile
The way you breathe
The style you brush
Across my skin
The tone your words
Begin and end
The romantic feel
Of...

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They tell me that I must avoid feminism.
They tell me that feminism makes me hate men.
They tell me as a feminist no man will like.
They...

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Many insects creep upon this earth,
and hardly anyone refers to them as “nice”
or writes a poem reflecting on their worth!
Spiders sometimes make me jump as...

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Will you be loving me ‘til time is naught?
Your fingers only know of suppleness,
will they not flinch to touch skin wrinkle-fraught?
My beauty withers, cup reached...

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Beneath thunderous waves near craggy shores
Exist in frigid seas the ancient men of cold blue
Fallen angels who now cast to earth are kind no more
Courageous...

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The whale sings
and I weep,
The world groans 
and I ache,
The wind gusts
and I bend,

The surf sighs
and I rage,
The babe cries
and I mourn,

The mountains shift
and I...

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Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.

Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them...

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I have a to- do list cos I am thirty this year
Top of the agenda is to ride bareback through fire

Done many things in my short...

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There’s coming a time of great cheer
when folks will drink lots of green beer
tell tales of wee sprites
and magical sights.
St. Patrick’s Day soon will be...

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Surprised by sharp reflection’s sudden glance
His dreaming depths awaken to the real
Stark visage draws him in its raptured trance
Square figure’s piercing slate blue eyes reveal

Young...

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