Caked Poems - Poems about Caked

...Night’s lingering silhouette no longer Shields my restless shadow, which clutches me With gusto and haunting trauma. My naked thorax seeks raffia clothing; My ribs rebel against enchanting shiver......

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...Night’s lingering silhouette no longer Shields my restless shadow, which clutches me With gusto and haunting trauma. My naked thorax seeks raffia clothing; My ribs rebel against enchanting shiver......

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...Misty clouds fill my eyes, After you stabbed my heart, With a blade forged in hate. Pain oozes out like blood, But neither red nor caked – Yet it outlives all thought. Contest Name......

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...He never questioned the weight behind his eyes until the day he finally woke up. For as long as he could remember, the mud had been a part of him. A thick, caked crust beneath his skin that h......

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...Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last ge......

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...Donning rubber gloves, the wife does washing of clothes and dishes... (plus cutlery, pots pans, et cetera) in the kitchenette sink. She started what would immediately become a first and last ge......

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...Each passing day puts on display a puzzle piece of jigsaw soul. Providing parts to add to hearts, from halfway done to fully whole. The bygone years are souvenirs, the trinkets of a time g......

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... The rustling of leaves interplays with the ocean breeze, as traces of moonlight escape through blackout curtains hanging from steel rods. Bolts of illumination highlight stacks of books caked......

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... I remember the days when I'd fall asleep before hitting the pillow. Ah, the joy of a sound sleep. I might not have been at my best in the morning all things considered. Day-old makeup very m......

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...‘When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.’ - Lauren Eden lilies and ravens dance together making mud puddles thick as salve caked on deep wounds stemming ......

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...I’ll scrape this mud off of my heels - That’s caked from years of trudging. And soak these wounds in orange peels - To persuade scabs into budging. This bar of soap, my sword of choice - Will ......

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... total fiction I heard the words repeated on the news so sick of them that my mind rebelled... "Doge's plan and Trump commands the Constitution should be banned. Hell to that Chief! Th......

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...Who knows how many layers over generations have been used. Sprayed on, and caked on, and smeared on thick for the purpose of covering the truth. Oh ye who through the ag......

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...On the base of a flower vase, that's where you left her last blood trace: A reminder of your fresh kill; your Valentine's day gruesome chill. Caked blood now covers the deep wound, her flesh s......

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..."...in spring, the most delicate feathery yellow of plumes and plumes and plumes and trees and bushes of wattle, as if angels had flown right down out of the softest gold regions of heaven to settle ......

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