Scraped Poems - Poems about Scraped

... 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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...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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