Forearms Poems - Poems about Forearms

...Life with you has always felt like waiting at a train station. I’d curl up on the cold benches and wait on you forever, I think. When you finally get off, I’m so excited that I feel tears of joy stin......

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...It gets better Taking things day by day Its a little easier to get up in the morning To smile and make breakfast and wash your face To do a quick yoga session and laugh with your mum over morning......

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...Carve out my arms and chest The aching loss my forearms face Hands lifted up to a god Who stole the soul of an empty case Shine a flashlight through the gap Or into a hollow statue chest Porc......

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...RED SEA At the mouth I lay splayed blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink mud of my anus, ink of my sacred septum white flags drench......

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...Orbit or forfeit but never collide You’ll just mess it up like last time On a beach in St. Augustine, Florida, I thought I wanted you. Orbit or forfeit but never collide You’ll just mess it u......

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...Man In My Head, You live there– (here I should say) but I suppose I don’t need to tell you that. You’re the one making your space. You’re forever within the confines of my mushy, distorte......

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... There are time capsules in the rural Mid-West, not retro constructs, but temporal dislocations that remain as was, for lack of a reason to be other. Small town restaurants are steeped in a c......

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...A word I hate Bringing me down Can't stop the nightmares Dragging me by the hair Everything that terrifies me From trauma still fresh Ghosts of over two years ago Haunt me even now I wish I c......

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...My father raised me to always be aware of my surroundings. I thought I was! I was invited to a party by my ex-boyfriend, I cleaned up, got dressed & drove there. Next thing I know, I'm waking up i......

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...And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said: Speak to us of children And he said: Oh multitudes of children Sensually sensitive (1) O piece of my liver - my dewy hair, My day - m......

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...The wind whistles through the cracks of the window that can’t be fully shut. I sigh, willing myself to simply ignore it. Another and another potato loses their form as I slice them into paper slim pi......

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...A will-o-the-wisp awakens under a northern frosted marsh and leaves, heat-wilted, are shaken No whispers, just a shiver harsh… This phantom cold on limbs, so brief! A will-of-the-wisp awakens…......

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...The forearms ache after their long days make of glass into many forms of structure. The back is tight and it’s muscles tough after working hard to earn a crust and earn it honestly. The winds th......

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...He could take what most found, in the time of that Particular incumbent fashion, to be lacking in any Pleasing or greatly passionate way, And, after immersing it into low, blue flame, Repeat......

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...I reel my hands back and lay them to rest on my lap. A tingling sensation seeps into my awareness, drips from my shoulders, and flows downwards onto my bent arms, leaving a trail of bumps in its ......

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