Neck Poems - Poems about Neck

Art & music therapy provides a creative outlet for expressing feelings of anxiety, helping us visualize process our worries I also find poetry therapy as well I write and then recite it back to myself…. shall there be fingers snapping at the end of this recital? I just must wait and see There is this, ...

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. 'tiz true she ask'd for ...

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icky hickey...

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fallen so fast in love in spite of my or your own good, helpless in your arms, irresponsible as you are in mine held in your gaze I embraced all the little dangers within you, what tempest would befall when all of us was laid bare, done and lovely. In the cold of November, we lay like angels sharing...

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Mr Narrow Neck Mr Narrow Neck inherited from his ancestors a bleeding anus. ...

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I’m planning to run my Ford into the ground And there I’ll be buried in it safe and sound Slowly the bed will rust off the frame And in that hole, we will remain Buried in an F150 Will not only be quite nifty I’ll need no wooden basket In my broke-down Ford casket! ...

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She took her own neck into her own hands and tugged and howled silently. Have I seen this before? Am I watching a film or hearing a dream? No scream, or invisible, inaudible scheme performed by my head? Can they see my movements as I copy; hear, with their eyes, my screech? Will that silent whinge or yammer teach them to know me? Or am I,...

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Looking right to the side, what will it do than leave my mind? I have guessed enough, measured rough, estimated tough, loved through, got through hearts and Stabbed them One, Twice Times Why I am wondering?! That it will coming to haunt me?! That it is following, I feel it in my spine, It's not a feeling, it is a...

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He was 6 foot 3. I was 5 foot 5. My only thoughts at that moment were staying alive.. Caught in the tenacles of his grip, helpless as I witnessed my top rip.. My bra lifted up as mammoth paws perspired, my round breasts exposed, he paused and admired.. "You are beautiful" he said and then forcibly he pushed down my head.. My...

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There is nothing like falling for a wolf. To which you would do anything for. After once wounding the wolf, there is not a length you will go to repay the wolf. For allowing his fangs in your neck means his bite may redeem your sins. So you let him bite and hope it is hard enough to leave you unconscious of...

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SOME NECK There was a big and small giraffe They were always up for a laugh Following spurious dietary wishes Ate up all the zookeeper’s dishes So much food, it made them barf ...

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Economics is a matter of interest in the market of stagnation lets forward laissez faire we are not gullible Man steps on live railway track watch his leather hoof wild horses conveyed anatomically decompartized ...

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Don’t forget We have a neck To stick out From time to time It’s an asset Though not high tech Yet it shows We have a spine We have to shout Get the gist out As a poet Words are our way There’s no doubt We’ll find the clout And show it With what we say To expose wrongs Some write apt songs To keep powers In check, and Poets stay strong Just as long They’re...

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I met my daughter 7 days ago, I saw her little face through the neck of a broken bottle, One I’d thrown at her quivering mother, In an intoxicated rage. I screamed at her to shut her up, I could not handle the crying or the stench, I’d not do anything to fix it though, It’s not my problem anyway. I recall my...

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The arc of teeth the rising and falling of words Transcribing tangled knots sayings nonsensical Incisors gnashing bone scrapes the blade. Keep searching, keep searching, they are meant to be found, to be bound by record. Between both pens at the side of the skull Is the archive of every schmuck sentenced To receive the cold descent Upon the neck’s nape that feels...

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