Blotchy Poems - Poems about Blotchy

...A scrubbing time's piece From dark cloth and pillow hugs, Well manners bleached on Smudge, gone moments by light that A blotchy face remembers. ......

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... It’s not sweet as the Asian koel’s song. The red-wattled lapwing voices its irrecoverable loss. The bird’s sorrow scalds the night. It was brooding in the serene scrape nest. The black blo......

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...You walk down the halls with chatter illuminating every corner you walk through But it still feels as if you are by yourself and only yourself while your mind is filled with thoughts you would never......

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...Outside the window sprawled an ash with splayed and scalloped leaves in pose. Each veined and blotchy web was stuck to misted panes as swirling winds repelled the rush of rust across the open ......

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...Crawling on my floor. I stare hazily at the intricacies of the wood grain and realize slowly all the messes in my way. Curl up, holding myself, prepare yourself darling life is a beautiful maze......

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...Fear From out of the dark daddy was there, with a blotchy red face and messy bed hair. Checking me out, my fingers my toes, from the bottom of my feet to my ears and my nose. In a n......

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...I am silvery and clear—have no cultural biases.       I quickly consume all that I analyze.       Without affiliations or antagonisms, I am.       I am neither harsh nor untrustworthy.......

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...When I look into the mirror And stare at my own reflection I feel like a stranger sneering at me. I see the patch of dark around my eyes, With blotchy skin and wrinkles on my face. Once I was ......

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...Don't show me a picture of your new puppy i will tell you it would look good between 2 slices of bread and your child is rather blotchy if you turn round now you wont be told to F__k off My day ......

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...Alone in my bathroom I stare at my eyes They are red and raw, no big surprise If there is one thing I can never forgive It is myself, for having never lived. I get closer to my blotchy reflecti......

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...Her name was Griselda, and she was a sassy, super confident witch. She could perform magic potion that threw prissy snakes into a ditch. Her ideas were monumental, super fantastic, funnier than any......

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...UV rays soak into my skin, browning it slightly over the course of an afternoon, like a french fry. ......

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...Oh Lord please help, we’re in a fix. Our planet now suffers from toilet politics. From the back-yard brew to the new killer bees. 6 feet, a cough and the dreaded sneeze. How will this end, I do......

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...For us, Doctor Seuss was way cooler than Goose or Aesop, the Grim Brothers, or that Greek god Zeus, Mr. Rogers by a hair, although not the Muppets, where Cookie and Piggy were our favourite puppe......

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...Screaming red, green with blotchy blue, What it says I have not a clue, Imagination! call it art, If you have some then get a start! Is it woman with child in arm? Or some cattle in country farm......

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