Scraped Poems - Poems about Scraped

...You were the guardian who stood watch; gold and diamonds were given to your care. Thou wast considered the master watcher, for no tale passed thee. Dinar was the reward for thy workmanship, and kin......

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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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... I held her first before the world, A tiny hand, a dream unfurled. So small she lay upon my chest, My loudest heart, my quiet rest. She looked at me with eyes so wide, As if I’d hung the st......

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...To the world, he may just be a man, Chasing dreams, with calloused hands. But to her, he's the little boy still, With scraped knees and a stubborn will. She watched him stumble, watched him gro......

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...UNCONDITIONAL To all the mothers, near and far, Beneath the brightest, guiding star, Or in the quiet, gentle gleam, Living out a precious dream. For every tear you've softly dried, For ever......

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...AI is groupthink, it’s hewed to pre-existing work, which it aggregates into something bland and flat. If you don’t want your work scraped and copied by AI, try writing off-balance ideas that are......

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... Written: April 12, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ************* . . .In the silent expanse of lunar dust a momento rests shards of progress glint like stars ......

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...AS I AM shards of betrayal didn’t just nick— they carved. left rivers in my chest that bled silence. a loss torn from the screaming grip of my sentimental hands. i chased ghosts throug......

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...The night before my father’s heart attack, my brother and I were splayed across a bed watching a re-run of “Happy Days” and eating Oreo cookies. My father sat stiff and upright in a wooden cha......

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... The Faded Garden Swing If the flaked paint on the old swing could speak, it would tell stories of days long ago, Of children's laughter and their bare, muddy feet, Of fireflies caught a......

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... When rebellious thoughts screamed Before the noise of life filled the quiet, I now recall half-filled moments Upon edge of spite and an angry wind: Unmoved by parental debates This heart d......

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...My poem was too long so I had to wrote it in two separate parts. In a quiet town where memories blend, Lived a man named Mike, a cherished friend. At fifty-nine, his journey took a new flight, ......

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...I started with one small corner of my kitchen Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed The counters were scraped, the table was......

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... In times when I was met with frigidness, and cruelty scraped my fragile skin, I may have whimpered like a pup or merely shaken it off. Those memories remain somewhere in my brain ......

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...Sponsor : Robert James Ligouri IRON MAIDEN Iron maiden was she fathered from loins of Zeus flow free ~ surrounded by swords steely three, icicle aura bounded hounded innocence thor......

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