Extremities Poems - Poems about Extremities

...Neither academic, nor preacher, nor politician, nor judge, But a writer, with a fetish for the act of creation — Not to broadcast my thoughts, or to synthesize critiques for others, But for the va......

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... Etched in Stone In the soothing serene silence of a shining summer day Strolling along a lonely alley laid in black stones Bordered on both sides with verdant ......

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... The scent of wood smoke in the chilly wind almost brings the remembrance of warmth. My extremities no longer feel the bite of Icy air, numb, asleep, even as the fire in my belly burns. E......

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...TELL ME WHY NOT YOU It has always been you Looking into your eyes I wonder what good I did in my past life Tell me why not you You embody perfection in your imperfection I see Nature mus......

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... Men, especially male men are macho, weirdos always less concerned and thoughtful then women are. Take a look. happens and rolls downhill. So what! Who cares! Could care less! What the hell.......

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... Takotsubo My grief would overtake me. There was nothing that could shake me. I could not get out of bed. I had nothing but bedhead. Hygiene was lacking, and I was constantly snaking. I......

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...Closed up, wrapped up. Please don't touch me. Back away, I don't need it. I can't breathe. I have tears, and I'm in a state of panic. I was waiting to make the right move. Questioning how to ......

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...My heart is freezing cold Like the fine ice of Antarctica For I've uncovered the secret to life: Live today for today—tomorrow will tend to itself. I've felt the cold sting of expectation ......

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...When folks are young, they may feel blessed But I coped with bullies, life felt stressed, I started eating a lot, food always there In theory a good thing, in my case a snare, I ate whole box......

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...As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heav......

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... The fire in my heart is ignited by the sparks of your charm I love the serene atmosphere of your calm Your smile, sincere Your personality, revered Pure intentions rents free in your eyes......

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... “taste” … she whispered making sure the “s” lingered on her tongue like syrup … I needed no instruction, but her plea was proper music, nonetheless prelude to pleasurable murmurings from b......

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... First buds emerge in velvet cocoons As dank, dark mornings transform Into frost clad, bright, clean-aired dawns. Grass laden heavy with dew, Nectar of nature to sustain awakening creatures. ......

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... Written: January 25, 2024 _______________________________________ Time eludes us as a cryptic puzzle. This is our opportunity to seize it. Spaces have a distinct sequ......

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... From my experience anyway the face of a clock is generally the face or faces of loved ones hands~ our contribution of little extremities that grow, fingers into grips, arms into outside r......

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