Best Gnawing Poems

In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He...

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He gnawed on his resentment
In public and alone
Like a dog he kept on worrying
The marrow from the bone
Till he gave himself an ulcer
Till his teeth got small and stumpy
Till other dogs said, Hang on, Fang
You’re starting to look grumpy
He wouldn’t leave the thing alone
Just wouldn’t...

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Meet Otis; drug addict and alcoholic.
            He walks the razor's edge of life daily.
A sad sack of a man bedeviled by stubborn demons.
Swimming against the tide of recovery; crying out for help.

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His eyes still make me think of the sunrise
That color blue like sapphire
Hypnotizing my mind

He reminds me of kisses long and soft
tender caring in a heart
filling up my spirit

He makes me want to touch him once again
intimacy whispering
sensations thrive inside




November 6, 2019
2. A Gnawing Temptation
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Amidst the fields of plenteous
they sat in empty
with every meal starvation stalked

While on the land sunlight poured to copious
so to drink the rain they called it enemy
and famished hearts were born in every fruit

And so upon this grand abundance wrought
the very skeleton of their iniquity
the...

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Writing,
throwing out compulsion,
licking the marrow from the bone,
watching the herd,
          looking for the weak,
waiting,
               minutes seem like years,
lasting torment
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my trembling fingers reaching outwardly
through the umbrage of shadows
longing to feel your touch

my heart quickens beneath forbidden thoughts
as i thrust myself forward
in the pulse of my dreams

the quaver of my lips part in silence
to the kiss of temptation
appetence unfulfilled


November 27,2019
Pick A Title, Vol 11 -...

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If  husband his nails gnawing like rabbit,
I show the way to quit nasty habit.
No point to  treat  poor husband  with  scoff
Just rip off his teeth, or nails his rip off !...

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In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He...

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Bags under the eyes
And all around, bleeding black
Scorned and scratched to receive the light
A light slipping from sore grasps
Fingertips burning, pressing hard
Noise furrowing and echoing the pupils
Gnashing, swallowing, laboring
Pushing the dead, fetid fetus out
Slamming on the notes now
The black bags ever sink
Mind refuses to positively...

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sinister sappers,
gut cornerstones unnoticed,
then swagger at large....

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In the Madness of my Mind, I : Chatted with God
 The Music of HIS voice reverberates through the canyon of a dead Soul 
            Questions, so many questions : “Speak my son“, He...

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I can’t outrun you,  
with last night’s dream on my lips;
A racing heartbeat 
breaking through a private wall,
your kiss is gnawing my gut....

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I am one of the oldest trees around.
My roots grow aggressively and deep in the ground.
I am a sycamore, most regal and proud.
My branches so high I can touch a cloud.
I'm usually found near wetlands and streams.
My thirst is unquenchable, or so it may seem.
I've...

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I woke up this morning 
Enveloped by overwhelming feeling 

Of being  left  behind 
In a jungle of calamities

Which my father land has become 
Dehydrated of every positive mood 

Which gives way to the gnawing feelings 
Of emptiness of unquantifiable loss

This nightmare refuses to...

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