Forearms Poems - Poems about Forearms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...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…......Read the rest...

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

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

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

...her arms had waisted away her hands were cuffed shackles incised her wrists her eyes weren’t motionless but all she could see was a wall and she felt like an infernal image of rage ......Read the rest...

...Halleluja . I hear those timeless whispers mark the breaking of the dawn Muffled noises, tripping softly, slowly dancing round the lawn As the moonlight drips and melts away the sunshine starts ......Read the rest...