Flinches Poems - Poems about Flinches

... “Kiss me,” she says— her eye swollen, rimmed in red. “Hold me,” but not like that. Not with fear pressed into every rib. He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door. “He loves me,” she wh......

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...There are voices all around us Not loud, not obvious, But aching to be heard. Within this poem lies three unheard stories Three souls, each silenced by society A woman who smiles in fear. A b......

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...Sometimes he eats in silence and still sets a plate for her. Sometimes the mirror fogs but her reflection stays. Sometimes he opens the closet just to breathe her in. Sometimes he flinches when he......

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...(yes, I'm serious) Three minutes. That’s how long it took to name a swarming mess: A self-appointed poet with rogue chemicals sizzling in her nerves. The diagnosis long and fancy— b......

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...then: I swallowed escape in pastel capsules, my pockets jingled with regret. The nights pulsed— bass, sweat, strangers. Every weekend was a blackout baptism. Every Monday, a resurrection I did......

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...14 Days of a Haiku representing 14 laps of a rookie driver’s first NASCAR race. Lap 1 Green Flag - (4/16/25) @ 2:23pm Engines roar to life, Rookies grip is tight with nerves First lap, heart on f......

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... I wouldn't bother alchemizing language into golden press releases of your own making. It never works long anyway, grapevines get better reception. A dog knows who flinches. Moss grows w......

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... He knows almost everything. He knows how the migraines come in waves, how they paint lightning behind my eyes and leave me curled in corners, whispering nonsense through the static in my head.......

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...The man in front of me is a broken one, and my fingers are drowning in dripping glue, in cement, in something meant to hold things To hold him To hold myself and others together. Yet he binds......

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... I held the leash like it was sacred, I warned that she spooked easy. He knelt down slowly, extended his hand like a priest offering sacrament to a god built from nerves and ribs. He said <>...

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...Beneath the swing set’s creak, joy whispered like a ghost, while clouds of heaviness settled like stones on my chest. My voice evaporated, with every swing and sway, as I reached for something ......

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...In the heart of the night, under the leaden and weeping sky, amidst the twisted shadows of our thoughts, we let ourselves be carried by a cold wind, cold as a kiss of death, falling into the abyss......

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...they peel back my skin like old wallpaper, the stink rising as the organs, bruised and bloated, spill out like forgotten secrets. the saw hums, cutting through bone like butter, the ribs cra......

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...The subway station heaves with muffled noise, The shuffle of countless feet against the grime, I am aware of unfounded disdain, Coursing between strangers in the city's bowels. The ancient fluo......

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...At the crossroads of time, where April flinches in buds parted, Spring dwells in the temple, a priestess in a procession of timid lights. A gentle breeze blows, carrying dreams stormy on the orbit ......

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