Best Pinching Poems

With all the time on my hands, I gave my hands one job.
 My Hands   -The Artist-

My hands paint everything in my life
they...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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A Poem as a Tribute on Mothers  Day Part 1

In the broad day light of one May afternoon,
When the heat of Sun was scorching...

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Tears trace ebony stains across the smooth skin on your cheeks.
Early morning thoughts in early morning darkness,
clouds of confusion and pain fog your mind.
Life, so...

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Is this just a curse that follows me around?
For I’m only five years old, three feet off the ground,
Playing inside or out, I get the...

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What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth

What of this niggardly miserable earth
this small plot awaiting a white tombstone
when she cares and asks what is it all...

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Through my window I watched it float gracefully by
An eloquent specimen, a rare butterfly
Wings painted black and the brightest of green
The most breathtaking creature I...

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Don’t hurt me with your words
Don’t hurt me
Lies, innuendos, sarcasm, put-downs
Don’t hurt me

Don’t hurt me with your eyes
Don’t hurt me
Disdain, lust, skepticism, disrespect
Don’t hurt me

Don’t...

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Asleep before the head hits the pillow
Head filled with vivid colors swirling, amassing, mixing outside the lines 
Transgressions grow skyward like a bean stalk becoming...

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My dear Beloved,

Night owl hoots at me again
beneath a ramp of clouds,
like cozy pillow to my moon 
pinching this letter with anticipation
to tuck my ruffled...

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Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad...

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Just half a meter away is this semi-covered female
so fertile for a score of trees to grow on
smooth and soft, curvy and oily
a rich landscape...

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Early one morning, as fresh springtime was just ending,
I was hiking in the woods, and overhearing the birds sing.

And with a tranquil heart, and lost...

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I don’t know why I love you.
It must be the bolero in my soul.
We’re rivals – opponents – we’re opposite poles.
You’re always in need of...

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In a tossing and turning night, to wake up I forgot
Never slipping from a series of perpetual dream
A strange situation over and again, escape I...

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