Best Wincing Poems

Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from the oceans’ depths,
And insidious and violent nightmares portray bloody and evil visions,
As an old treasure chest is opened and a...

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I stared into the mirror, wincing at my own reflection,
through eyes fogged by cataract. 
Saw a black tint spreading around my eyes
and face like a wrinkled piece of linen

Where is the bubbly girl of seventeen? 
I asked myself.
How flamboyant and flaunting I was,
now enveloped in...

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My heart has accepted every piece of furniture
you have brought in and hoarded, polished and stored, 
for show or hidden in the attic of cerebral storage. 

Cobwebs draped the entrances I walked through
without wincing, chasing extinguishing light…
gold tarnishing possibilities that I found invaluable....

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Vase Dream - c'est la vie 

White vase with no design
Dangling there - c'est la vie 
I think somewhere in Center City
Apart from everything
In an apartment rising skyward
Lingering on the edge of ledge
Standing tall atop a railing raw
Languishing over the 20th Floor
Or there about
And more...

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War Heroes
 
Between black wheel tarmac
the crossing reflects a figure in polished paint
at the stagger of his old loose feet
crosses the barrier of traffic
with the beacons conversation meaning nothing 
its flashing occupation signals his lolled neck stumbling
sucks the bottle for one last time
and forgets
 
Sighting...

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Really, only five years have past
Since your son’s abandoned car was found,
	No note,
		Along side sea cliffs
		North of Santa Cruz,
		After failing with pills,
			Too many times.
	No body either,
		Though at times I prayed for that.
Wincing now myself at your pain
	As you hand beggars at streetlights
	A few dollars, as...

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She sent me a lol on wattsapp
Please pass the ketchup

Mothership gliding in silent space
Umbilically us padded in shiny foil
Her face deflected in a fish bowl
Leaves only guessing about her thoughts
Lets dock Lets talk

Little ingots and tiny orbs
Suspended in the fluid of my sight
Just us against...

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Waking to sight of day
The ironic disorientation
bedroom ceiling moviescreen 
fades out this dreams last scene
left looking dumbfounded at tiles

Sunrays shine splintered through bent blinds
  casting illuminous entities into otherwise
darker turf
  Blanket tangles limbs and ambition tight
traversing body and shielding one eye
 guarding it...

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Held behind cold stone walls,
In silence, marched to work.
The shabby dressed walked prison halls,
Hell waits for those who shirk.

Breaking rocks or picking rope,
Naught to eat save gruel and bread,
Pointless toil, devoid of hope,
Here worked the living dead.

Mornings in the chapel praying,
The gathered wincing at the...

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I’d been flat out writing poetry for nigh on near a week,
and I felt it’s time to try and clear me head,
so I put the dog upon the leash to walk down near the creek,
where I can feel a touch of nature here instead.

I sat...

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My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I have been twisted out of shape,
wincing at my disheveled appearance.
Life has taken a toll with its interference.

My mirrored face is a prism, a color spectrum,
frazzled reflections...

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Daylight dies
Blackout the sky
Does anyone care
Is anyone there 
Enjoy this life 
Pop open a Sprite 
Roll over to the right and kiss my wife 
She's fast asleep
Daylight is trynna come 
It's trynna creep 
When she wakes up she feel the wetness of the kiss 
On...

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Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded...

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Famed gold crepuscular rays angling down
Knifing in between, through volcanic haze 
Hualalai and Mauna Loa’s crowns
Fire Goddess Pele greets fresh island day

Fuchsia blooms explode, steal attention
Pollens mingle on zephyr coastal breeze
Hallowed entry, this tropic dimension
Surf thunder backdrop, soundtrack of the sea

Running shoes crunching the roadside...

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The telephone rang, I answered cheerily
When the niceties were over, the voice inquired
"How is it going with the gardening today" quite sincerely
I could not refrain and out of exuberance, desired
to extol the virtues and due attribute to the joy that Spring is bringing.

The Birds are...

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