Rimmed Poems - Poems about Rimmed

... “Kiss me,” she says— her eye swollen, rimmed in red. “Hold me,” but not like that. Not with fear pressed into every rib. He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door. “He loves me,” she wh......

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...Streets are filling with needles, disease and narcissist the airways rimmed with demands for respect if you don't agree 100 % they'll ring your neck and your next of kin. people turn to plants an......

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...Nazi time Uniformed men with ice blue eyes, marched Up and down the street, bomb fell, earth shock And I was two years old An officer with steel rimmed glasses and a cruel Smile, said: this ch......

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... In her sixties, of Swedish descent, robustly built and amply breasted, the girth of her thighs bulging under her white lab frock like a Henry Moore sculpture, her feet secured in high la......

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...The girl in the gold-rimmed spectacles Lips red bright Face that once was alive Now show the lines That life betrayed Flowing blond hair But not below The guy in the ten-bob suit Hitting hi......

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...Poet who exhibits panache - meant... to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit, perchance European G-man double agent regarding the following poem with kick a$$, je ne sais quois ingenious, humo......

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...Sunday cockcrow nascent promulgate aural essays reveal, laissez-faire luscious lustrous buoyant raptures, radio behemoth prompt to that untamed erudite fantasist, me the one possessing rippled ra......

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...It’s almost laughable how often I’m found rotting inside myself. Knees curled to my chest, lungs expanding and hesitating. Sobs racking my body in violent tremors. Silent. Exhaling jagged bre......

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...Friday in the big apple It is 17.53 in New York those who work at night are stirring drink coffee, shower and dress to look their best This as the multitude drive home for the week end ......

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...Rimmed with red, the sky emerges from an alcoholic haze, collapses on the shoulder of a hill. As thin-lipped as the letter box, I brush a broken bottle from the driveway: shards of glass ......

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... ------------------- I find myself with just myself reflecting on undelivered letters of winters past-- the most bitter front glazing evenings where a fireplace becomes a chilled shelter of sh......

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...The past is like a lesson book, Into which those who are wise look. The insights gained inform their view, as they assess the current milieux. The past we know is not too kind To those who blo......

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...When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anythin......

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...A red-rimmed sun of summer, of the sweat of the workers, the salt of their brows. Shoulders to the grindstone, the strength of sinew and muscle, hours of their labors. The Lord of their lives ......

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...The Room of the Unrequited By Roger White That evening, stillness permeated the lavender-scented room. Dusk crept through the windows smudged by oily fingers, The day’s twilight left a dull u......

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