Nudged Poems - Poems about Nudged

... I never liked loud noise. As a child I would run inside terrified by the sound of an aeroplane flying overhead, cower under the wrap of my grandmother's thick coat on the rumbling roar of ......

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...hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair f......

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... The Green Door Those dappled wings, of forget-me-nots, folded around Akutaq, though the Denali warmth brightened her whimsy. She sat for a long, long while, contemplating the green ......

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... wri ting is knitting your life thro ugh a nee dle and if you sew emotion secret you’ll get nu dg ed a w e e n s y<>...

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..."Ballinger's pride will be the death of him," Was the last muttering of the old cyclops before The poison took over. Never trust unicorn bartenders. Young Gallimay, the town's token centaur, W......

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... Humanity The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break Constellations change position, solstices realign Tropic of Capricorn p......

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...The blackboards loom, a silent witness to that day— I glimpsed her, and my chest tightened. Only god noticed how I held my breath. Chalk-scented classrooms, her pen tapping desk, My eyes fixed ......

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...I heard him in the night; thought it was my husband. He called my name. I said “what” there was no answer I nudged my husband “what?” I said, more sternly. He was snoring so I let him be. When I......

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...And who would find fault with the perfect way she clearly hid herself in plain panavision view... Not a hair out of place. The small shield held up at just the right angle, to give her elbow r......

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... {"You’re alive, The dagger hadn’t slashed you deep enough, to coalesce with your veins and say Goodbye to the world that wasn’t created to be for your amusement and pursuit. My parents would repea......

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...do we write poems or thoughts? surely we cast magic take an electrical impulse shape it mid air something other than conversation more elevate......

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...Settling ~ we float into solitude at the end Tethers severed, releasing all that we are Aerosolised into fine nothingness Reaching without striving Dispersed to reassemble in any timescale Unru......

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...Here's a cautionary tale that must be told. Listen to me, be you young or old: after something has long been growing mold, don't ever say (this wisdom, I strongly tout), "I almost tossed......

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...I was a capable, urban professional, quite eagerly living the high life; Like pink robin, of the saffron noon zenith, afore shadows bloom rife. My daily work was very challenging, and it ......

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... And thus began their heroic journey through the fantastical labyrinth of the escape room, where every twist and turn carried the promise of freedom, laughter, and the unforeseen—the perfect remedy ......

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