Hunchback Poems - Poems about Hunchback

The Hunchback so anxiously waiting to not be seen by the crowded crowd in limousines. He softly covers his eyes and tries to cover his back with a cape of disguise. A young kid yells, “ hey I see The Hunchback” recognizing his shape that does not lack. So many people run in great multitudes...

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There’s a miniature volcano on his back with mortifying eruption. ‘Beauty is in mind’, his mom intones. But nobody recognizes. His classmates ‘honor’ him with some funny sobriquets. It resembles a cactus. He can’t eschew its thorns. He withdraws. Solitude is a shelter. It’s like a gas-producing cassava; his mind bloats with thoughts of inferiority. Whistles and whoops from the playground pain him no more. Recurrence blunts sorrow’s talon. He falls down...

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Amongst idle clouds tis by stealthy through labyrinth sky. Voyaging ships crowd caught sight hunchback whales' rare eyes delight. Steel blue wind-driven waves rise; playground for three gray whales’ cries. They breach, slap the cold waters delight, rough surface shatters. 3/7/2019...

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Hunch Back of Notre dame! Just because I decided to let go My back has released me from a hunch that was so overwhelming I choose to change I choose to move forward I choose to her my name being called across the sands of time I choose her wisdom is her name I choose her to help me I choose to...

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To a tattered-clothed monster, the city of lights looked so dim, only stone-faced gargoyles never grimmaced at the sight of him, everyday, with hideous cries of horror, voices rose and rang out, it may have been his tears running down from the rainspout. A human creature who can easily fit in with festivals of fools, his grotesque, deformed face deemed...

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The hunchbacked man once asked God: Why didn't you turn your face to me Lord? But God answered the man: When I looked down at your clan, I saw your back turn to me like a gourd....

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Where do you come from? And where do you go? Pigeon steps, crinkled blazer, bent Posture, sunken face, worn and never changed, Stumbling along your broken track Over hills, underpasses and tarmac Carrying shopping bags two for each Arm like a POW bound in Disciplinary harm, Face forward not taking a blink at a Passer-by knowing their staring...

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I walk faster as the bell rings... resembling a treading hunchback with the heavy blue backpack; I enter quickly: twenty-four steps still to climb! The classmates are quite guile, he teacher looks mad; I trot in, throwing a smooch... she changes her attitude and decides to smile! Bullies laugh...my seat is smeared with black ink! I stand up and loudly scream; she looks...

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I see him from time to time. There – at the corner of my mind’s eye. When he walks – he labors – Releasing a heated sigh. By day on dusty street corners – Shopping cart and faded bus pass. Bowed – legs splayed – reaching down for a butt – One eye watching. Singular and oblivious. A mad Soul gone – COOL. The Devil...

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My back hunched up. Curled up toes. Wrinkled brow. Slobbery nose, Greet with a growl. Look with a scowl. Children run away. Adults say. There goes the ghoul. I wait till dark. To make my mark Through empty streets. I creep, bare feet. Shadows, places to hide. To retreat. To spy, to pry. With half concealed eye. Behind curtains. Cracks in wall. I see it all. I am the devil In your...

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