Bicep Poems - Poems about Bicep

... The Mother Sun no longer embraced me No more adrenaline rush that motivates me to get up Breakfast seems bland, faded colors of rotten apple Unfurled window curtains is the angle that I see U......

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...“You can’t hide behind your finger..” – Greek Proverb You can’t hide behind your finger… ......

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...Candy placed her towel on one of the many shelves that separated the weight-lifting area of the gym from that of the stationary bikes and treadmills. Tossed casually next to the towel were two keys –......

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...Year One - Tell me Eve, does this Garden have everything we need, do you think the walls are too tall, are the gatekeepers reasonable, tolerable, right about it all, what did Lilith know, wher......

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...Peculiar words crawling over the pages of my journal Leafs of beige bound by counterfeit leather Small enough to rest within my palm Masks, quarantine, isolation, Covid, Alone Lyrics s......

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...Woken up from sweet daze Opening his eyes To the woman He is in love with In his embrace She is in peace Beauty he ever have Soft light Into the room Definte their own forms Another l......

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...I saw your wet dog face emboldened as a Herald upon your missing limb. His thick creases deeply lined between his nose, eyes and gaping mouth. The creviced, cutting, contours ran a moist mist b......

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...A mongoose lives in my upper nostril, with her man. They make as much noise up there as they possibly can. Honking and laughing themselves into a frenzy daily. Making so much noise, Linda Sue and ......

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...Today I made the cake, cradling the bowl. Arm aching, pulling at the fruit. Her recipe in front, spidery and sherry stained. And she was here. I could feel her, smell her Christmas fragranc......

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...Tattoos were anathema in ‘52 on any man who got one after an all-night drunk or to impress a girlfriend. But not a word was spoken to a man who made it home tattooed after serving with......

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...- I firmly press the side of my head against the inside of my left bicep. Leaving my arm at an awkward angle and I looking a bit foolishly. When I release, the imprint of my ear remains etched on the......

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...You always need to have the last word Eve, what you fail to realize like a storm with no form is that sometimes the first word has more meaning than the last, as the first step begins the journey ......

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...A few bars I just dropped in the booth not to long ago. Check them out. Tom & Jerry The Kidd chase money/ angry birds make my bills look funny/ shooting banks like Stephen curry/ math equations I ha......

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...Chocolate stains across a clean shirt Sticky stains smeared on pale arms Low thoughts and dry tears fit right into this gray hazy sky. Itching and stinging on legs and arms that no cream has the......

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...I wake from the monster coming home from his usual rage Looks like he is drunk again, like an animal escaping from his cage The pian in his eyes shows as he lines up his poison He puts h......

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