Best Hunchback Poems

To a tattered-clothed monster, the city of lights looked so dim,
only stone-faced gargoyles never grimmaced at the sight of him,
everyday, with hideous cries of horror, voices rose and rang out,
it may have been his tears running down from the rainspout.

A human creature who can easily...

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The hunchbacked man once asked God:
Why didn't you turn your face to me  Lord?
But God answered  the man:
When I looked down at your clan,
 I saw your back turn to me like a gourd....

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Hunch Back of Notre dame!

Just because I decided to let go
My back has released me from a hunch that was so overwhelming
I choose to change
I choose to move forward

I choose to her my name being called across the sands of time
I choose her wisdom is...

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Where do you come from?
And where do you go?
Pigeon steps, crinkled blazer, bent 
Posture, sunken face, worn and never changed, 
Stumbling along your broken track 
Over hills, underpasses and tarmac 
Carrying shopping bags two for each 
Arm like a POW bound in Disciplinary harm,
Face forward...

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Amongst idle clouds tis by
stealthy through labyrinth sky.
Voyaging ships crowd caught sight
hunchback whales' rare eyes delight.

Steel blue wind-driven waves rise;
playground for three gray whales’ cries.
They breach, slap the cold waters
delight, rough surface shatters.


3/7/2019...

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My back hunched up.
Curled up toes.
Wrinkled brow.
Slobbery nose,

Greet with a growl.
Look with a scowl.
Children run away.
Adults  say.
There goes the ghoul.

I wait till dark.
To make my mark
Through empty streets.
I creep,  bare feet.
Shadows, places to hide.
To retreat.

To spy, to pry.
With  half  concealed eye.
Behind...

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There’s a miniature volcano
on his back
with mortifying eruption.
‘Beauty is 
in mind’, his mom intones.
But nobody
recognizes. His classmates
‘honor’ him
with some funny sobriquets. 

It resembles a cactus. He can’t
eschew its
thorns. He withdraws. Solitude
is a shelter. 

It’s like a gas-producing 
cassava; his
mind bloats with thoughts
of inferiority.

Whistles and whoops...

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I see him from time to time.
There – at the corner of my mind’s eye.
When he walks – he labors –
Releasing a heated sigh.

By day on dusty street corners –
Shopping cart and faded bus pass.
Bowed – legs splayed – reaching
down for a butt – One...

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I walk faster as the bell rings...
resembling a treading hunchback
with the heavy blue backpack;
I enter quickly:  twenty-four steps still to climb!

The classmates are quite guile,
he teacher looks mad;
I trot in, throwing a smooch...  
she changes her attitude and decides to smile!



Bullies laugh...my seat
is...

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The Hunchback so anxiously waiting to not be seen by the crowded crowd in limousines. He softly covers his eyes and tries to cover his back with a cape of disguise. A young kid yells, “ hey I see The Hunchback” recognizing his shape that...

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