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Markings Poems - Poems about Markings


This Side Of My Skin
I blame it for the pain As i try and understand its secrets As it’s forms and folds wraps itself around me Its supposed to protect the me from the world But I cannot make sense of the curved markings painted across it im supposed to take care of it keep it smooth perfect for the picture but i am...

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Categories: markings, 11th grade, anxiety, body,
Form: Free verse
Markings
Markings Mark my body with scars and bruises Mark my words with tired excuses Mark my lesson with teaching that confuses Mark the walls with names of duties Mark the people with rules of judges Mark the thoughts with questions of ages Mark the sentence with words on ancient pages Mark the very possibility that nature changes Mark the World on which our...

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Categories: markings, art,
Form: Free verse



Markings
2.12.14 Markings Markings on the body Markings on the mind Markings on the heart Markings on the soul It matters not where the markings are or come from They forever stay The more forcefully they arrive the deeper they go The lines sometimes get blurred and the meanings lose their potentcy But there is no hiding the truth or their effect they have on you Shaping your dreams Invading your present...

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Categories: markings, body, desire,
Form: Free verse
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Stripes on a zebra The pattern of a leopard’s spots These are things I may want to change But know that I cannot Your stripes are your selfishness Your spots are your cheating ways These are the markings that make you you And are here, I’m afraid, to stay The sun always rises in the east And sets each day in the west I’ll never...

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Categories: markings, lost love,
Form: Rhyme
Markings of An Underdog
Isolating myself. I open up. Start climbing off the bottom. Without a dollar in my pocket. Losing track of myself. Down on my luck. All my thoughts are racing away. How could I be stuck? I felt like I was making progress, Till I looked up. I was right back where it all started from. Some one dial 911... There's holes in my back, a gash that...

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Categories: markings, confusion, life, urban
Form: Fibonacci




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