Scraped Poems - Poems about Scraped

...You arrive like the first word of a language I didn't know I was born to speak— slender as the space between breath and prayer, a rose opening in the dark of my closed mouth. That glance o......

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...At the end of every day, when the house goes quiet and her laughter fades into sleep, I step outside and talk to the wind. That’s where you are, isn’t it? I tell you how she smiled today— ......

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...Abandoned on the promenade, A big-wheeled trike did sit, Forlornly waiting for the tyke Who should be riding it. I passed it on my morning walk, When few are up and out And seeing it, I wonde......

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...The beak has broken, and I settle on the shore of painful thoughts, while the sea sews salt around a shell of feathers— a cradle carved from a time long vanished, a vapor dream of the past. I touc......

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... I hear the echo, sharp and clear, The auctioneer draws bidders near. “One... two...” — my heartbeat skips a beat, My dreams laid bare beneath their feet. The years I toiled, the nights I lost......

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...KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS CONVENTION ALREADY HACKED AS CIRO GARGANO AND HIS IDENTITY FRAUD THIEF JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY POSING AS ANTHONY AND YOLANDA NICHOLSEN SADLY IDENTITY FRAUD ON THIS LEVEL AFFECT......

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...They don’t ask if I remember. They think I’m just a tree— bark, leaves, and silence. But I do. I remember. Before roads, before fences, before the wooden swing on my lowest branch— I was ......

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...The truth is that we are always children, lost in the labyrinth of time with maps drawn from the dreams of the night, Children with scraped knees from life's falls, with veins like the roots of anci......

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... To My Son, On Your Wedding Day From the moment I first held you tight, I knew you’d fill the world with light; Through scraped-up knees and growing years, We’ve shared laughter, defied fe......

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... I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a callous retribution, set aside, tombed over. I was curious to learn how much remained and in w......

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... They came in packs, shoulders knotted with gym weight, smelling of Axe and iron, boys who scraped knuckles on lockers just to feel something slice. At lunch, they stalked the quad like wo......

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...Life's loveless hand scraped me Blood poured on dry cement The sun heated it up Boiling on the ground But a stain remains there And a scar on my skin A......

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... The sun dripped gold on dusty lanes, Where bare feet danced through chalk-drawn plains. The air alive with shouts and glee, A world of make-believe and free. No screens aglow, no buttons pres......

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... The small shoes sit by the door, dust motes dancing where tiny feet once shuffled, eager for cartoons, for scraped knees, for my hand. Her drawings still cling to the refrigerator, crayon s......

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...Jibber jabber, pitter patter; another one is screaming, now what's the matter? Little feet, stinky feet, how many rocks did you just eat? Sticky hands, runny nose; did you just pick your nos......

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