Foetal Poems - Poems about Foetal

...Lose antennae? I’m a beetle! Not one bug in Aleghenny (at least, none you’ll ever meet’ll) lose antennae. Luck with chicks? I won’t have any! Directionless, centripetal, wireless wimps are t......

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...Curdling wave of denatured purity Milk and acid, perverted mated pair Waltzing, obese ballroom spinners Twirling, breeders spun by children’s fingers A fleet, in concentric circles turning. C......

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...Nose Once a year my long ears and long snout, exhausting to tolerate, disconcerting, are lined with mother-of-pearl. I can convert my long nostrils into wafer. I reprimand painfully ......

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...Zygote ideas crowd cobwebbed thoughts. Foetal creations evolving... Yearning for life. Crammed in empty wombs Contracted by phantom possibilities Gatekeepers to life Aborted hopes and dreams ......

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...Three states in five hours. Maybe we’ll stop somewhere nice like a KOA campground. A kid can hope. It’s hot and it would be great to go for a swim. Instead we stop at the liquor store, dad buys ......

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...Seed - scattered strewn or downtrodden. Grain stuck on passive flytrap mucus. Wild life biomes ripe with open sesame. Frantic birth pangs stiffen their gestations as green leaf ferments bubble u......

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...There came a knocking At the door Which stirred me On the floor Circled up In foetal Comfortable In my position Upon the Cold hard floor Sitting I brought my knees up To rest my chin u......

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...Germ of essence. Human blob. Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched. Interlocking family of a kingdom. Beget or begone? Antigone! Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plen......

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...In the whisper of a moonlight stream I heard her sigh or so I thought, in the rustle of a mottled deer in oak pine forests I heard her weep or thought I did, or maybe laugh when flitting brightly ......

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...Teacups by the sink. Lamentations laid to rest. I, a foetal curl, Breathing in your life, now gone Cocooned in your unwashed shirt.......

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...dinosaurs wilted their floppy necks curled foetal position defeated by life lights suddenly out cruel death peaceful AP: 3rd place 2020 Submitted on June 18, 2018 for contest WHEN SIX ......

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...The moving finger writes and having writ moves on. And that's the bitter core of it. So did you scheme to mold we are so base, like you're disgusted in the human race? And was it the mirror t......

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...treading tales of three o clock on the morning bow Android alkaloid met a myriad of trees at a southern angle. Bacon tart it was not for a tart is touting and touting is not touring at the correct c......

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...The Poets Plucker….. Samuel Taylor Coleridge Here in my cold lonely bed I ponder my all I have FEARS in SOLITUDE of being alone DEJECTION of my love had pierced my heart…..yet THE NIGHTINGALE......

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...Dear child, Do you see the lady in the red dress? She has eyes like diamonds Crystal clear, sharp, blue and shining. And a smile that could Stop your heart cold And then, in a moment, bring it ......

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