Calloused Poems - Poems about Calloused

... after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed, Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows. Grace knurls t......

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... I kneel by the ash heap of my country, pulling out the charred bones of laws once tender with purpose. A womb, a book, a vote—each gutted clean by men in ties who grin as they light the match,......

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...He wakes up early, not because he’s rested— but because the world doesn't wait. It expects. Demands. Takes. He shows up. He earns. He fixes what’s broken. But no one asks if he’s broken. ......

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...You mine the gold, yet live in chains, Trade your soul for shallow gains. Your hunger rules, your mind is weak, And freedom’s price you never seek. You waste your fire chasing flesh, While oth......

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...I am 1,248 songs of complicated rhythm. Prose and verses tell a story of my decisions…my indecision. I am skin shaped, in 42 different shades of foolery, a life lover doing my best to avoid an other,......

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... I see the terror in their eyes… of those who seek to paralyze their lives screaming persistent cries of sorrow and grief that belies the turmoil and angst of disguise. I see hunger, ......

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...Verse 1: I was once a whisper, light on your tongue, A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung. But like the fray of ink, fading with time, I fell from grace as you lost your mind. Your fingers onc......

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...They fvck us Calloused hands maim soft breasts They call it genourous When teeth sink in but don't break flesh They like our scars Til they're inflicted by another They like our hearts How eas......

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...The essence of life Is not the grand, shining prize— Not the towers we build, Not the praise, not the size. It is not in the gold That I chased in my youth, But in hard-spoken love, And in s......

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...To hands that toil from dawn till night, In sun's harsh blaze or fading light, You build the world we proudly see, With silent strength and dignity. You mend the roads, you sow the land, With ......

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... The skies now dark with swollen grief, Rain lashes roofs beyond belief. The monsoon comes not soft, but roaring seas, It spares no home and trees, nor man, nor child. Before my eyes - truth t......

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...What I sing from my chest Only for ivory keys to hear. Are the same old words That cracked lips bear. That familiar tune that calloused fingers play Is the one that my own heart aches to say. ......

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...In the hush of dusk when streetlights flicker alive, obsidian sheet metal catching dying light, A black Chevy Impala – Detroit steel poetry in motion. They don’t make ‘em like this anymore, All a......

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...To the world, he may just be a man, Chasing dreams, with calloused hands. But to her, he's the little boy still, With scraped knees and a stubborn will. She watched him stumble, watched him gro......

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...Wake. Commute. Work. Repeat. They call this living? I call it the hamster wheel— spinning faster each year while the cage only shrinks. Three jobs to afford one roof. Two hours of dayl......

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