Peeling Poems - Poems about Peeling

The savings could social work buy Yet Defund Police we won't try That plan seemed too rash But Trump’s agent Kash Would trash and defund FBI...

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I heard the wallpaper start peeling off the wall in the kitchen. Garth my pet giraffe must be still be ferociously itch’n. Penguin waddles up to give me his slanted report. I ask about the chipmunks – Nancy, Herman and Mort. They scurry up to show me the tattoos on their tails. I say, “you can accompany me to dinner...

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~ I just picked a grapefruit off an old banana tree It sliced it up like an orange and I couldn’t wait to see A watermelon pattern seemed to be its outer skin My mouth it started watering, I needed to dig in It tasted like a nectarine, a lemon and a lime Perhaps a little tinge of plum to occupy my time A sour cherry texture with a...

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What I tell my friends if they should ask if I’m okay Is I’ve been peeling onions ever since you went away I don’t know what I’m meant to say so I can make them see That I’ll be peeling onions until you come back to me Another day another sigh but I shall never cry The tear upon...

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waxy tears ooze bloodshot eyes ~ not sulphenic acid burning them dry By David Kavanagh...

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Peeling Back the Bubble Wrap Peeling back the bubble wrap on the ancient of days, Back to when Nixon was still presiding, He, leading with paranoid deliberations, Sold his yeses to the Goldbricks, and the Mustard Men; And while he was dipping into the rubbery tides of the latex surfers, I found your shadowy pointing breasts, shivering outside my...

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the spark is still between us. electricity, he always comes with lightning. he knows i can't resist a storm. july is ending, again. sunburnt, peeling in my bed. last month's dead cells sticking to the wall above the spot i got too mad. lauging with kings, you bought me a drink and i haven't seen you so happy in a while. my god,...

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Of each year of time. I know the world is different than it was a hundred years ago. The band that played to its death on the deck of the Titanic, where is its equivalent today? As I age I sense a shifting of assumptions as time proceeds. Valley girl speech, ridiculed at first, then everyone was doing it. Each generation hard wired as to what...

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The sheer art of peeling a snail is akin to rubbing moth balls in one's eyes. To feel and sense with such ambidextrous wisdom is often not that wise. And of course plain hazardous. One's mental sanity can best be preserved by nodding in agreement thus not allowing any turmoil to exist. In a floating...

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There is a truth in you my friend both heady and unique that makes my sense of smell take flight, and drives my curiosity. I carve away voraciously, cut deep and cut again til glossy bulb is ringed layers of dazzling luminosity. Sweet orbed bands, I plate them out, in artful presentation gleaming rings I praise, admire the aim of my pomposity I peel, and...

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He looked me in the face, And warned me, Said that what He was about to do, Was going to really hurt. I braced myself, Took a deep breath, And nodded that I was ready. I was ready for pain, But not that amount of pain. From my finger tips, He began His job, Pulling back the skin, Inch by inch, Slowly, carefully. Like one ripping paper from a...

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Gone, gone, are the gardens I knew Gone are the springtime roses that grew I cannot blame the onions for my tears I cannot blame the springtime, or the summer Or the snowfalls in the winter Layer, by layer, the years that flew have peeled away small points of view… Nature can soften, and gentle the rain Quiet the memory, numbing the pain But...

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PEELING THE VIOLIN . . . . ~ ~ ~ . . . . ~ swerving along its waxed wood rapturous strains sweep alto mood bow’s strings peeling my plight… in the unmentionable softness of moonlight. holding its hips to warm the cure scales of moans vibrating satin pure...

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.............iiiiiiiii................. strewn on the laboring dark much too quenched by the very ink of a smothering wind, her layered cry out-thumps a mortal bid of wretched reels defining some plea of farewell, “ go and leave me to dwindle in the dust; save yourself if you must!”… her vanishing beads of rosary melt on the salt of a...

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I see the waves face each other in anger of falling tears Then they collide into one another to fight But end up making love in the peace sun Why cant i make peace in the sun? Why cant i forgive the forgotten? Why cant i forget the forgiven? The hardest thing in my life is to shed my tears infront of...

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