Gnaws Poems - Poems about Gnaws

...I have known the hollow silence of empty hands, once full of gold, now dust and fading strands. I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair, helping those in need, with love laid bare. But when ......

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...Lost in the labyrinth of my mind, Bound by despair, with no respite to find. My heart's chained to this life of strife, Though all around me, family tries, To break through my resistance and unit......

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...I drown myself in tasks, pour coffee five times a day, so even in those brief seconds, my hands are not idle, my mind not still. I raise the music to a scream, to drown the voice that gnaws, ......

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...Before soil met seed or the sun claimed the skies, There bloomed Nefarys, veiled from mortal eyes Here, blossoms rose from memory’s breath, Unbound by season, untouched by death. Tulip leapt bo......

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...Juicy Couture Juicy Couture Dont make ish like this no more Bring back good fashion SHEIN is tired Wool, silk, linens Put polyester in a fire The fads have faded Trends are tired Give us......

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...Even when the sky is cracked and grey, Adoring arms can’t hold what’s meant to part. Ghosts of your voice dissolve into the day, Left behind, a hollowed aching heart. Oceans of grief drown the ......

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...The tower dark and cold, a conquest for the brave. My hands shake, a sign. The bed unmade, Mother’s throne. My cheeks lift, freedom. The jougs bite, a bit looser. My talons reach for it, Clic......

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...Shadows of the Valley creatures of the dark pitted dome scantily clad dryads' hissing drones they rally without souls—pod like, they roam throughout forests assiduously marled awo......

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...The first thing to unhinge is its lower jaw, the skull now (sometime in your future), gnaws the recollection of its bygone face. It must use the roaming poems of restless winds as its surrogate......

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...i’m on the floor not by choice, but by gravity and the kind of despair that smells like vodka and the day’s last meal. the room spins, those ethnic carpets under my head you bought from a ......

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... The river breaks its mirror with a scream, Moods whip the trees — calm, then storm — then gone. In love, I drown; in fear, I flay the dream. A thousand selves pull knives inside one dawn. The......

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...—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs— on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns, [tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns, it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned) rub(s)......

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...Opa John The caboose sits red—its iron spine cradles the earth like Atlas rails stretching into nowhere. The stream murmurs softly its voice threading through Ellie’s laughter like silver......

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...In the shadows of a fading room, Lies a heart, a fragile thread in gloom. Time, the thief, steals moments away, Leaving whispers of love in decay. Bridges once burned now smolder and twis......

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... Updraft lifts limbs, leaves scurry like mice exposed Mother Nature shakes shorebreak, incline imposed Gnaws at sand buried tree toes gnarled, spit polished Hourglass chamber sug......

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