Best Inching Poems

Thump, thump...thump, thump
Your heart beats with internal impediment
Making each breath a struggle.
I see your pain,  I feel your anguish,
I dearly love your determination to...

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I still look for her. 
In the middle of the typing and the traffic 
and the deadlines and the bills, 
I look for her–the girl,...

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	French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf...

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Every Day,
My Father got up early
And sat there, in the dark, like a mushroom,
And thought, and thought, and thought…
And... grieved...

He would not be the hero...

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Even the smallest ants cast long shadows
While carrying the weight of a large chunk
Inching along with food that seems shallow
Even the smallest ants cast long...

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I entered a room
and saw familiar strangers
and knew in an instant
they were me: past lives
made living flesh again.

I saw the fat baby, 38
pounds at one...

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Inching, inching, slowly inching;
Inchworm loopingly inching along.
Measuring, measuring, carefully measuring;
Careful to measure no measurement wrong.
          ...

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The road ahead,
  opens up before me,
  suddenly, wide and wondrous and untraveled;
The trees rise high, stretching, inching higher,
  touching the...

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The birdfeeder hung on a narrow limb,
away from deck rails, discouraging squirrels.

No problem for the little robber 
who raided the feeder day by day.
Repeatedly, he...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second...

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...inspired by 'Cul-De-Sac' by Allen Tate


The golden sheen had turned to rust,
the laughter to a pile of rags,
the joy to ghostly lamentations,
how the weighted second...

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it leaps as if another world was dawning 
  
My smile fills a cavern of emptiness
left to carry the loss of you 
 ...

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Laying here in bed at night
Pulling the covers around me so tight
Watching the candlelight fire dancing
Playing wildly on my ceiling
Inching down my walls
And I think...

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I watched
As the fog rolled in
Inching its way
Across the fields
Slowly
Plucking all the stars
From a moonless sky

After a while
All that remained
Was a silky blackness
So dark
It felt...

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Just another caterpillar afternoon,
inching along lazily;
Skin feeling how faint the prairie wind blow,
time no longer telling you 
	       how...

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Come softly love like the dew of the morning
Touching me gently with the moist flowing drop

Come softly love like the golden rod sunrise
Inching slowly up...

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Do I Still Dream

dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for...

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tiny steps
inched forward
towards the line
tiny hands
reaching
through shadows
on the other side
was death
...she survived

teenage strolls
tempting fate
with screeching brakes
she flew wingless
through night's air
...she survived

adulthood fears
lurked in shadows
of darkness
hands...

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I am the weather constantly changing day by day.
I am the light that fades before darkness takes over.
I am the cheetah protecting its young.
I am...

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Mask of Childhood
and Youth —
	A Dreamer I am
	An adventurer I am 
	Telling stories with crayon
	Riding my Pony into the wind
	Bashful I am – smiling at...

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MOLTEN LAVA MILES BELOW,
MOUNTING PRESSURE READY TO BLOW. 

THE EARTH WILL SHAKE AND BEGIN TO RUMBLE.  
TREES WILL SWAY AND BEGIN TO TUMBLE. ...

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As Noah gathered his flocks, and he gathered his herds
Two by two, from the frogs, to the birds
They would follow the leader, right into the...

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Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of...

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Elvin Allen

1889 – 1905

They were like iron trees!
Hundreds of them!
Poking and piercing their way into the sun-lit sky,
Like moist fingers
Testing the wind direction to the...

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