Curling Poems - Poems about Curling

... She smoked She smoked, my mother did, a LOT! I never liked it. To me she looked like of those “molls” in detective magazines, later on television, cigarette dangling from the corner ......

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...With the winding weary wings spread wide, I fly aimless in the turbulent air of discontent, across the fading hues of the ruined rainbow, where I get caught in the clutch of curling sto......

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... War shapes the warriors it touches, leaving behind vestiges that linger in their lives long after the battlefield fades from view. In Recon Marines: Searching for the Real Enemy, we are ......

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...In an alphabet book that my grandson once liked, One page unfamiliar to me Which, in turn, got my curiosity spiked, Was the animal listed for P. For a pangolin isn’t your average beast, But an......

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...She looked up as if expecting me, or perhaps just the wind— it was hard to tell. A teacup floated beside her, steam curling into the shape of a sleeping cat. “Stories,” she said, “make the wor......

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...Jenny leaned against the counter, counting the stitches where Ariana’s arm had been severed, each segment arranged in clinical precision beneath the glass. The overhead lights hummed, sterile and whi......

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...I remember the night the world forgot me. The moon was red as a bleeding wound, the wind thick with the stench of sorcery. My breath came ragged through my helm as I pursued the sorcerer through th......

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...Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver......

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...Eight beautiful lines . Sponsored by Constance La France Posted 28 th March 2025 ~~~ Of all the portraits on the wall I gaze in awe , I stand and stare Her gent......

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...A curling road Narrow, steep and wide Beneath are thorns......

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... When the sodden vision lurks in the dark depth to see the trace of soul’s insignia at the bottom of tranquil sea, I fail to discern where the solemn stream I cry flows to lie beyond th......

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...The empty page waits, unblinking, unshaken, a void that does not care whether I fill it or let it swallow me whole. Hesitation lingers, a whisper curling at the edges, soft at first, then sh......

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...The earth feels different on these Sundays Softened by footsteps seeking mercy By whispered prayers that rise unseen Curling like incense towards the sky Clothed in the days of reflection Stripp......

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...The bathroom is chaos. Lipstick-streaked tissues, Half-empty bottles, A curling iron. The TV hums with your favorite show— The one where lovers betray each other. I watch, waiting for you to ga......

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...A cold, silver knife rests on my shaking fingers. I graze the blade across my life; the slicing of it lingers. I push the metal through my skin, right to my chest, it cuts. I have to let the bl......

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