Hunch Over Poems - Poems about Hunch Over

...Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair. My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace. Processing... Processing... The flickering lamp casts strange shad......

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...Was it worth all the sleepless nights? Days spent hunched over a computer All to earn the right to hunch over a computer But for wages that'd make a mute man sing DST hit like a party drug As ......

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...Inspired by the painting "The Singing Butler" by Jack Vettriano. Which shows an actress dancing in a beautiful red dress with a gentleman in black tie. There is a storm and a maid and butler hunch......

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...Your like my backpack So heavy and stiff Do you ever get tired of carrying that sack around? It's heavier than mine Except i can't see it No one can No one even knows it's there To be honest......

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...Your like my backpack So heavy and stiff Do you ever get tired of carrying that sack around? It's heavier than mine Except i can't see it No one can No one even knows it's there To be honest......

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...Egg Shells Don't be mad, I am right here. I have not left at all. I simply grew quiet, as I did not want to add... to your burdens, to your pains. I know that you hurt every day. ......

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...If I was half as clever as I think I am People would whisper about my whimsical wily ways. Warlocks would warn witches about my wit. We would be reading about me in a World Book. If I was as hu......

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...you'd think they were daggers not drops the way they hunch over and stagger sprinting for cover- faces of pain for heaven's sake people it's only rain!......

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...In the subway, the flute player (cents and dimes at his feet). He is young and thin, all sharp elbows and kissing lips like an old time preacher channeling Bach. Watching him hunch over the......

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...1. INCIPIENT the smell of burning body helps me sleep at night i'd rather ignite this spark in my stomach than shove bread down my throat singe this hollow home choke these lungs with bone dry so......

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...Socially unorganized, I place critics down a size Standing with preferred confidence gave me insight Partially adapted from the root of fear I sometimes hear my inner voice remarking that my time ......

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...How is this possible? This flowing water. How is this possible? As my sobs grow softer. What is this thing? It's salty and wet. What is this thing? I can't seem to stop yet. Who makes thi......

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