Flinching Poems - Poems about Flinching

... The chest, a hollow cavern, air catching on jagged edges where a heart used to beat in rhythm. Now, only echoes of laughter, ghosts of shared whispers. Skin, suddenly too thin, every casu......

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...Lurid looks have been thrown at me Deadly daggers sent to pierce my heart Why do some insist on acting beastly waging war in attempts to tear me apart? How long can I go on pretending I'm not in......

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...Eat me, a voice hymns in my ear. I snap back I can't eat you. Please, the voice begs. I furrow my eyebrows, impatient. "You don't exist." But you can hear me, the voice says lightly. I sta......

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...I’m tired. Not the kind you sleep off— the kind that settles in your bones like a storm that never passes. I’m tired of checking the volume of my laughter like it’s a detonator. Of reading t......

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... I stopped explaining. Stopped folding notes into doves. Lit matches— not out of anger, just to see what would burn and what would follow. Held the line. Held it higher. Watched him trip......

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...You told me I was nothing, weak and small, That without you, I'd have no life at all. You twisted my mind, made me believe, That love was control, that I couldn’t leave. You silenced my doubts......

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...Just turned 22 Six years flinching at you Six years of you leaving me blue Our love is an engine And it runs on nightmare fuel......

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...The weight I carried has settled, not vanished, but pinned in place - a fragile truce between my mind and the pills I swallow, trembling. They don’t call it a cure, and I don’t ask for one; but......

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...Has Islam a demands for its followers where death itself has a meaning Never have we seen a people like the Palestinians, in Gaza taking on suffering without flinching, what happens is in t......

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...Down the corridors of mortal existence He pursued me without ceasing, Never yielding in his search of the lost, Nor flinching from the wounds he carried To gain admittance to my broken heart. ......

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...POEMS ABOUT OPHELIA Ophélie (“Ophelia”) by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch On pitiless black waves unsinking stars abide while pale Ophelia, a lethargic lily, drifts by. Here......

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...Don't think that my "not putting my things away" in the moment right when you hushed to sit on my table side, it was a longer decision. A decision I am okay with. A decision I have dealt thought an......

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...To know you've gotten more serious, just wear the dark ones, and having you're hair tied up too firm. To see you flinching when I touch you accidently, and you try to distance yourself but also......

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... I melt into the plural sky its rippling tableaus of tomorrow underneath open light waves see-saws the labyrinth like Delphi tendrils crossing channels all the changing faces played automati......

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...(writing for the voice of my son who has terminal illness) Reality is searingly intimate. But they say anguish, woes and sadness are emotions best shared. I am not saying I enjoy lament......

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