Best Recoiling Poems

We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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People walk in and out, 
Through me, it seems,
My presence barely sensed.
I coil around the pain,
And recoiling I make my way out, 
Heaving relief into...

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In the flickering of the ethereal candlelight, as the greenish blue flame
Burns dimly against the ancient mirror of reflections, the necromancer
Chants in rhythms rhythmic undertones,...

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How many people with foreboding palpitations
have I seen slip from middle age and slide into old age?
They slither into their last refuge, the dirt hole,
and...

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Cold shower today - (early afternoon)
September eighth two thousand
and nineteen more challenging than June
dog days of summer test tolerance
to feel alive and bark at the...

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In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent...

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Trees bending overhead, shadows fully employed
Fish resting 'neath the surface, their camouflage enjoyed
Abundant insects frolicking, diving and skimming the stream
Predators hungrily watching, nature's bountiful cuisine

Anglers...

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Obstructing the Time's line-of-sight recoiling abruptly,
neither a fallen hand-held folder nor a glance stolen away,
counterfeiting emotional disturbance but sounds to mastery,
executive officers waiting for the...

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Drawn to his whistling we’d skip along that path,
Locked onto the shed’s old wireless; tinny and taught with his tune,
Dust waiting for our arrival by...

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The Stomach/Depths of the Eye, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Le ventre de l’œil by T. Wignesan

Neither hither nor thither nor space nor time neither 
...

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Love’s Wave and Breaking Crest


And though the lover’s now shared empty cells
o’erflowing with the enmity of loss
endured the curse of self inflicted hells
beneath the towered...

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10:43:26 AM 
And ten weeks later 
You'd be gone
But your socks 
Are still here
You looked so bad when you left
Barefoot without a care,
Solitaire

The blanket you...

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Do you still call me in your dreams?
Fetus pillow ,how I miss your feet
Alarmclock flashes through molasses
Teary pillow tangled sheets

Recalling conversation
Questioning the answers
Recoiling in retreat
C'mon...

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