Scraped Poems - Poems about Scraped

...WHAT IF A film of grime, not on the glass, but on the seeing. The scrim of want, of fear, of expectation's dust. We squint through it, shaping the......

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...They buried my name in a saltless grave and left my voice in the bark of an ash tree. I was born breathless, wrapped in the skin of something ancient not animal, not spirit, but a memory unfinis......

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...ADAM LEGACY 4 A planet that was full of bountiful resources Destroyed by the ones chosen to care for it A darkness decended upon it named greed Man didn't realise that he hunger for poison ......

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...What am I? I don’t know. Maybe a scream searching for its name in the dark, maybe a child with scraped knees on the burning road, a man with his throat clenched by the noose of stars, when t......

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...a hush beneath the hum of the world, carved by paw or claw or time’s quiet insistence. A hollow stitched in earth’s dark under breath, where roots dangle like forgotten chandeliers and the so......

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... Tokens of long ago scraped from pages of present, future tense where life's journal erases scabs from wounds Visions From A Vignette 2 Sponsored by nette onclaud 6/22/2025...

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...He sits by the junction scraped knuckles, half a smile a boy with more scars than years each one a story no one asks to hear. I saw the truth in his trembling vow heard the break in his voice ......

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..."After the March" Almost eight years, the flags have flown, A soldier's wife, yet so alone. Eight years of heartache, silent cries, Of wiping tears and telling lies Like "I'm okay," when I was......

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...They say boys don’t cry. They say it like a promise. Like strength is stitched in our skin at birth and weakness is something you have to unzip your chest to find. I was eight when I learned ......

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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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