Calloused Poems - Poems about Calloused

...Who am I to be in pain,? When no blood gushes through my vein? Why be ecstatic when it rains, Doesn’t it end up in the drain? Why am I drenched in disdain, When I take a trip down the memory lan......

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...I am my father’s daughter — quiet when it matters, loud when it doesn’t, loyal like a bruise that never fades. He was a man of few words and too many beers, a homebody with calloused hands w......

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...All for You For my daughters, the rhythm and the color of my world. I rise before the morning light, Chasing hours, chasing night. Calloused hands and tired eyes— Still, I reach to touch the s......

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...The crops grows from the tears of the enslaved The ground quakes from the harsh sound of the whip Their calloused hands evidence of a life of painful labour Wounds etched their skin A twisted ......

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... The rain remembers sacred names Etched in dust and carved in flames, It weeps for those who dared to stand With calloused hearts and outstretched hand. Each drop a verse the skies once wrote......

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...IDYLLIC CHANDLER HEIGHTS* “Life here was once idyllic, charming; here were once no rich, no poor, no high, no low.” — from The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain men in......

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...Most everyone falls in love with raw and beautiful whether it be a raspy woman or haunted forest. We free fall because they're untamed and indifferent. Bathed in shades of Vincent Green or Pablo b......

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... 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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