Knurled Poems - Poems about Knurled

... Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed, Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow. It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed, To a shape what decrepit, flai......

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...Images from a cogged box. A camera reveals hips and ankles, ribbons decorously draped over a contrived modesty. An artist has added a color tint, their cheeks are rosy, their lips red, a pa......

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...As both the dreamer and the dreamed in this world, if we would wake up here, etch these words in stone; save by honing rough edges, by ego knurled, being the optimal method to atone, the flag of ......

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...I took a stroll through the woods like I do every Fall; it's a sensual treat at this time of the year. And I came across a grove of ancient oak trees, shedding amber, yellow, and golden leaves; g......

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...Age gnarls, weather beats skin to flaky dryness. Wrinkles and lines, furrows, knots and blotches Twist and contort the skin of babies and youths to a knurled, rough, compliant easy to grip surfac......

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...* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. * ~ eyes, down ... at my yellow polo, red spatters so evenly placed that they look unnatural - as if printed, but unfinished .......

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...From beneath a long frozen earth ancient human bones surface, they rise far enough for an eye-socket to be seeded. A sapling grew from out of that skull. In time the skull became a tree. Li......

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...Lumi's hand pressed upon his shoulder in a surprisingly firm grip guiding him into the dining area and to the second of two long slender tables where sat five older elves including DynDoeth. “C......

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...There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, at peace despite the incontinence of an unlooked for wisdom. And there I am, of a sudden snagged by her knurled spell as if she were the Virgin ......

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...keep old frail weak trees for scars knurls holes and wrinkles birds and bees call home......

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...intimidating serrated crest emulates Ansel's view challenges down-clad one to climb her stretch-marked belly a gaze upward at silver glazed wall the glacial rock face mirrors reflection f......

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...So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless, the passing-by; head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her yet. There she is, she’s grown beyond root and branch, at pe......

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... Only A Tree Written: By Tom Wright 1/29/99 Of what significance could be one knurled old tree? Bent and misshapened, from it's search for light, nothing more perhaps, than a remind......

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...Black Powder --------------------------------------- He waits offstage, his posture tense, his gaze locked on the audience - his first in years. He blots the sweat that wets his face, then ......

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...Passion burns through his veins, Mind filled with ideas insane! Always in need of a musing's high, His heart stirs and sighs! Matched traits and kind, Morphing form, she hides! So alike, yet ......

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