Best Forearms Poems

One character I used to like a  lot
was skinny, bald, and not at all refined.
yet he was superhuman when he fought
and also had a keen detective’s mind.

He had a pipe, and this ingenious bloke
would use it as a torch or periscope.
In fact, he rarely...

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From Scrabster harbour we set
Sea fishing we go
Off Dunnett Head
Dinghy in tow
 
A few hours we sail
To reach the spot
To hunt our catch
Check my lobster pots
 
This Pentland firth 
Flowing blue and fresh
With our deep sea rods
Various baits, spinning meps
 
Along the way
Some pots we...

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People not knowing fidget, look around the room knocking the table as they cradle their heads.
People knowing frantically write their thoughts, feet planted, eyes crossed with creases as information is translated from the calculator to their sheet.
Elbows, forearms planted on the desk occasionally, unconsciously scratching...

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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 fry a fat fly on one of those electronic bug swatters. On my way to the door I hope it's...

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Hey guys this isn't a poem it's more like me telling you all about myself and my life.
As you all may know from the content of my poems that I suffer from mild to severe depression. I've been depressed for a little bit over a...

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Football here; Sunday drumm'ng 'n forthcom'ng
Woe' the snap, the fans are humm'ng
Bluff to the right, tail off, fade back
Excitement in frenzy air - yak-i-tee-yak!
Uh-uh, side step - whack, smack, sack!

Wit roars 'n  rah-rah sounds
Bravo fans yell'ng 'n scream'ng like wolfhounds
Da' ground rumbl'ng, wit' brave...

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Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn
My drools thickened, my rooms spinnin, i'm puke spittin
I'm sinning, the reflections grinning, I'm sickened
Bliss missing,...

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A pure breed horse worth value
When pureblood doesn't mix out of its kind
A kind of horse which lives within the wilderness
It's known to be the leader of its herd
When it runs in front of the rest 
To lead them to safety or migrate to another...

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The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside...

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Hair Everywhere

Hair Everywhere

Every part of my body looks rather shoddy because it’s covered with hair
   There isn’t a place, even my face, that has managed to remain bare
Time goes by, and I don’t know why, but it just keeps on growing
  ...

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I barely notice the horse as he walks,
his gait is so incredibly smooth,
we’ve been riding all morning on this ridge,
and have settled down into a nice groove.

My friend Joshua rides just behind me,
drinking in this Rocky Mountain scene:
cool breeze, bluebird skies, and a well-marked trail,
with...

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It was almost like a summer ritual
To prance along the brightened shores  of grain,
When balmy trees wafted as usual
Aunt Em’s hut glazed nearby lakeside's terrain.
Waxed seashells rose like buffed pods on the ground,
Dotted and curved, echoing of hummed waves played
As we gathered them on...

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Tongues stall kind words to say -
planes with wheels on a waterway-
A relentless chase of light bulbs above wondering 
minds and breaking the switch everytime
it's caught. In something. 
Mercy, grief, fires within 
choke on smoke forsaking 
hallucinations that geraniums are my favorite 
blooming within the weeds of a diary
where...

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"Be very still", the voice said 
"I'll get the nails from between your toes". 
"He still breathes", another voice.
 A gentle move, 
a hand laid at my back, 
another at my neck. 

"We are your friends, not foes", 
He adds, hearing my whimpering. 
I cringe...

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Gaia had deemed insects as king of beasts
After the last humans departed in spaceship 'Stephen Hawkings'.
'Planet Water' was in ruins, polluted, wrecked by
Runaway climate change and raging storms.

Ants has arisen as king and insect rulers
With superior organisation and pervasive presence
They evolved and grew as big...

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