Gnaws Poems - Poems about Gnaws

...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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... War shapes the warriors it touches, leaving behind vestiges that linger in their lives long after the battlefield fades from view. In Recon Marines: Searching for the Real Enemy, we are ......

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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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...Through a tear in the wall, the sunlight peeks, No one comes to ask how the old woman speaks. How does she endure, so forlorn and alone? Only God could be her aid, her own. The horizon stretches,......

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...Broken mirrors crush me under deceptive appearances, mutilated wisdom whistles hesitantly, the heron gropes, flying through fragile fantasies and follies lost in the penumbra Penumbra that pulses,......

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...By Imran Ahmed The Grave Looms Like A Storm On The Horizon Its Darkness Wraps Around Me Like A Heavy Cloak I Think Of It And My Eyes Lose Their Luster As Fear Gnaws At My Soul Like A St......

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