Flinching Poems - Poems about Flinching

... 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......Read the rest...

...(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......Read the rest...

...I have ghosts who live inside me and refuse to move out They tear me apart piece by piece with every passing moment, as I try not to remain silent anymore but my cries are muffled by the shadow chok......Read the rest...

...Mammoth cold this morning. There’s been an ice-storm. Creaking and walking boots talking shovel in heavy hand. Robins pounce on frozen worms. The wide spade snatches at the frozen turf, i......Read the rest...

...The Square Root of Beiruit    Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit The squate root of Beiruit No it isn’t fair, so they’l......Read the rest...

...You ask me- why it is, that I flinch ? With every sudden movement , that I don't see coming. Like I expect to be hit . It's a leftover reaction . Like a residual tic. A predetermined mechanism......Read the rest...

...I had a love, I swear I did; I know it must be true, Because my soul still bears the mark, The imprint of her hand. In desperation, before the mirror, wide I rip my shirt, And search, with manic......Read the rest...

...I peel back one layer after another, getting closer to something I can feel flinching as I lift off each cover. I do it almost every day, layer upon layer, day after day, getting closer,......Read the rest...

...Atonement By Michelle Morris 23/11/2022 Atonement seems to be this very heavy memory Of this cross you carried for so many years We both know that you crossed the line Destroyed my trust an......Read the rest...

...Bartholomew Barton; his friends called him Barty Eighteen years old but no birthday party Slumped in the mud, a gunshot to the shoulder But unlike his comrades at least he’d get older Tyrannic......Read the rest...

...With traffic flowing he stands in the street Arms stretched, hands up, commanding a halt Obedience and fate will now compete His adrenaline pumping like a drumbeat His eyes shut tightly sting w......Read the rest...

...INNOCENCE, BETRAYED A child, broken into fragments, with weeping love, Scattered in the wake of destructive force - I question you in the justice court For your eternal silence, which should sc......Read the rest...

...Sometimes pandemic people share pieces of our unspeakable personal story That no health care worker, sex therapist player, or green resonant systems organizer wants to hear, much less smell, ......Read the rest...

...[This is based on a true story from some years ago… Some elaboration involved… oh… and nothing got Splatted.] * I sat there busy typing, some poetry and tha......Read the rest...

...Slowly, I have learned you The shape of your mouth, the color of your eyes I do not doubt what I see in them, Such kindness, such adoration, I am afraid of that, That kindling feeling of love, ......Read the rest...