Forearm Poems - Poems about Forearm

...Where the hell am I, for God's sake how did I get here, what have I done to deserve this un-humane madness. I knew what I was doing, I had complete control of myself. It wasn't the alcohol nor be it ......

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...Every night, while I watch, she stacks the dirty dinner plates: carefully, habitually, with the grace of a woman who has learned to love herself. Intentionally, methodically, cleaning dishes ......

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... My head feels like it's being squeezed in a vise. Eardrums must have blown out from the explosion since I hear absolutely nothing, not even my own breath. Slowly rising to my feet I survey the dama......

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... Summer to fall, No other transition Is quite so compelling, So thrilling, So enchanting, The sunlight shines golden In the late afternoon, Illuminating the leaves of trees, Some of which ......

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...Third Shard But black I could clearly see where the past dried And the new began I need to clean this dried blood Before more comes Damage control Before I could even I collapse I’ve lost t......

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...She wore uncertainty on her shoulder hesitation held back her shoes Twitches split her left forearm these emotions seeped into their news Let him explain, she considered nerves......

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...Your hand As so inclined Am I to show that love refined Itself to friendship Yet in that lowly Friendly act There still remains the simple fact As lips touch skin Respectful blessing Is ......

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...That was why I had to smack your cheek: Always for our James the Biggest Smile; Scored tasks from school untouched every week: On one subject had he gone some mile. God knows that James clothes......

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...Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced With needing to be nurtured Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her p......

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...I was walking through Woodruff Park again today, although it felt a little bit more like swimming; I had to backstroke my way through viscous Summer air. As I stopped to catch my breath and tow......

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...There lived in bog a frog who was aloof, croaked string music, his clan called him a goof. Plunged in deep water for prey, swam struggling, kept risk at bay, seeing his friend, the fiddler on the......

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...Pangiota’s Personal Meeting with Oscar Winner, George Chakiris of “West Side Story”…. 1961 You were alarmingly affable and delightful. Accepting, and so very, very sweet, To have a special-on......

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...The General is a bit of an authoritarian. He says, Breathe! And you say, how much? Twilight is much more chill; she just says, “See you ‘round!” But then you’re bouncing along to a happy tune, an......

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...In quiet, space breaks down into insight. Opposing the edge amidst deceit and blight. Imperceptible resonation is reflected back. On a hunch, or at the stroke of night track. A leth......

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...1) Pick up the cat and cradle it in the crook of your arm as if holding a baby. Position forefinger and thumb on either side of the cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill ......

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