Discoloration Poems - Poems about Discoloration

...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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...Just getting ready to open the door, an old door with six panes of glass filling the upper half of the door, like six frames of distinct pictures into the world. Wanting to step outside and ta......

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... She is eighteen and tattoos are the latest rage." I'd like a tattoo please" she asks. I see a young girl in a messy ponytail and wonder if she'll pick something gaudy, then I will have to oblige. ......

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... Memory-rejuvenating… Though fading, they evoke exuberance of childhood achievements, verily delighting midst milestones of might, mercy and miracles while emerging triumphant from fal......

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...After injection,inhalation,or ingestion,the first symptoms to appear are muscle spasms.They appear very quickly after inhalation or injection within as few as five minutes and take somewhat longer to......

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...I won’t forget your name Your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin And when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body I see blood running down my kneecaps I s......

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...your fingerprints are forever branded onto my skin and when I look in the mirror I can still see every wound you left on my body I see blood running down my kneecaps I see my throat turned blue f......

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...What was the color purple? was it the purple flowers abundant in the field or the royal robes of Celie’s child when the miracle is revealed what could the color purple be as Alice Walker’s......

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...To have my cake and eat it too The best of both with no adieu Pint sized comforts, nestled in Where personal space is growing thin Amongst the city that never sleeps Behind four walls, no on......

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...How many times should I need to lose you, before I learn the rules of your equipoise - I wonder. And how many times should you need to cast me out, before you learn to bear my unmasked sight - Yo......

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...I am small among fields of red flowers. They look toward me and watch as time presses its skeletal fingers into my limbs. Yes, this is my body now: a startling mosaic of death-colored discolora......

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...FINAL VOYAGE OF FALL LEAVES Leaves like tumbleweeds, cling to my porch, cascade down the moss, hover like the homeless in every yard, often warming their hands around fire pits. Leaves so......

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...Wrappings long have been trashed A few nics encompass some character Sunlight drenched a deteriorated discoloration But still bravely I'm standing tall Dark eyes forlorn for affection As ti......

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...Shockwave of affectively laden numbness Functioning trait through the plumes of dysfunction Tempestuous fever in hibernation Enclosed coffin emotions decomposing Discoloration life's defi......

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