Chest Poems - Poems about Chest

Silverback led his gorilla by the wrist out into the fog and missed, lost his heart and then his way, sadly, he was heard to say, "Don't get me wrong, I'm no King Kong, it's plain to see, so, don't make a monkey out of me." Silverback took his gorilla by the hand, looking for the promised land, a jungle bungle at very best, made him...

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chest cold in april weird time to get it fishing out my vicks...

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I swallowed a clock and it never struck twelve. Now time drips from my ribs in Morse code, each tick a prayer carved in reverse. The stars forgot my name, so I renamed myself after things that break quietly, a bruise in the shape of a hymn, a mirror that bleeds only under moonlight. There’s a violin growing behind my lungs, strings pulled...

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No walls beat; it is the heart within my own chest. Turn the key; open wide; you look a bit distressed. The pulse inside my own chest, a throbbing mess. Pick it up; won’t you massage it with finesse? Your lips are red and trembling dear; say something. Something seems to be amiss from your wan coloring. Surely you recall...

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i keep a small wooden chest beneath my bed its corners worn smooth from the weight it has fed inside are echoes of love and bittersweet dreams memories collected in faded moonbeams now it’s valentine’s and i slide it into the light to sift through fragments of warmth and quiet night they hum with a softness, a comfort long past a fleeting...

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Somewhere amidst all the craziness. I feel a sense of bliss. A wholeness, In Aloneness. I Am not alone in this. Within is a witness. I AM this whole mess. I Thought I was So much less. I guess Its time to clean the mess. Always doing my best, I'm no Better than the Rest. Is this all a test? I Hope I passed, Rise up to my...

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Unlike the smell of rain on country road sediment I can not find the tears to make my trauma relevant There is no sweet scent found in my complex petutlance I wish my mind quiet; when its thoughts are all Old Testament This level of self-loathing; to date, has no precedence Though all my acts of selflessness have never afforded...

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the Vallhall journey ...

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I drew you today, your butt came out too big, your arms weren't as broad as I wanted them to be, your hair is fine. There are no hands and feet, there is no face. I wanted to show your chest, your hair that grows there, I wanted to show your muscles, I wanted to show more, but I didn't. It didn't come out as good...

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I took up the call The command was made Placed the receiver down Hardened my resolve Steadying my shivering nerves I picked up the gun Shot at the innocent man He fell with a thud Blood spurted from his chest With my descent into Hell I fell from Grace My gut swiftly swirled Downwards the twilight zone A throne of skin and bone spoke "Thine sin you must...

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Suddenly and without warning, she sneezed. Liquid sped from her nose onto the canvas. She stood petrified. What had she done? Spots appeared over a lone oak tree On the side of a lonely road that led to the mountain. Despair shook her whole body, and she flopped Onto a comfy sofa, wishing she were dead. Then she looked at...

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The sun had risen but could not be seen. Still daylight was welcome in her studio. She stood hunched with pain over her easel. The landscape was not quite what she wanted. She had decided to portray the joys of nature, Lovely cerulean firmament with hazy clouds Hovering in the background just beneath and around The majestic mountains of her new...

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Chest Hair If you add chest hair to yogurt it’ll better it, stop the deterioration, for up to one year. ...

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Do you belong to a community? One you don't know that Well..I note there are many so called community's and There is a memory? of how were never going to give in..' And We were always assured' the communists would never ever win.!!...

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Bonfire fly it’s light high into the nigh A flicker where I see you countenance Ironically to splay the feast In that glimmer Something simmered Two never be released Touch me, rub me, kissy Ask you if you missy Princess in a grim’s fantasies Another night I sit to sing to the sky Sang this sylph dirge mellifluously Arc rampart tracing hearts in the stars You took...

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