Excision Poems - Poems about Excision

...Written 24, 2023, For Robert James Liguori Politics Contest ___________________________________ Politics is what triggers nations to collide. A place where powe......Read the rest...

...Dihing, adjoining borderline with Arunachal, on the foothills of mighty Patkai, In the encircling mesas of terrestrial plains of high altitud......Read the rest...

...Potential cause célèbre dermatological solution to stem palmar hyperhidrosis, which medical break thru a last ditch effort if Glycopyrrolate ineffective to stave off sweaty hands. Venerable Do......Read the rest...

...Aged men often think that their vision will survive them with utmost precision. So they foist on the young obsolete moral dung which the young then subject to excision. <......Read the rest...

...'Tis no collusion in the collision or delusion in the decision But the effusion of elision in the intrusion of the incision Accents the protrusion of provisions in the suffusion of sup......Read the rest...

...A CYCLE OF HANDS THAT HARM WORDS THAT CRUSH SILENCES THAT BURY EMPTINESS THAT'S HEAVY AND NOW THESE HANDS THEY CUT.......Read the rest...

...Desolation smoothed at the calming of the swell, begrudgingly accepted solitude, vacationed in Hell, nails are sore and broken from the scratching of the well, strengths gained through weakness? ......Read the rest...

...WINTER TIME GRIEF… The long hot summer has disappeared over the horizon, Yielding to the arrival of the cooling Fall. Despite their approaching fate---the annual leaves’ excision, the tower t......Read the rest...

...Religous idols mar my vision because all truth needs more excision. I seize the dawn for my volition, you melt within your own contrition! Be sure it fits in tightly, scold Oh generations old . . . ......Read the rest...

...Silent persistence peeling skin from bone With undamaged precision Easing an imperceptible knife into flesh Exposing a fragile heart Stripped with naked vulnerability Surrendering willingly to anaest......Read the rest...

...I am not a blank slate to score upon again Yet there is this gap, this hollow place That wants a name. I search for it in vain The alien presence of eyes, and of face Nothing comes back to memory. We......Read the rest...