Scrapes Poems - Poems about Scrapes

...Hail needles the skin. Wind cracks the spine. The mountain holds, breath seizes on the tongue. Snow knives the summits. Cracked hands fumble dry stone, paper-thin air slices, bald eagles til......

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...Hail nails the skin. Wind stabs the spine, the mountain stretches, breath freezes the tongue, Snow visible on the summits High-altitude crumbling cracked hands claw at dry stone, Paper thin......

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...Real heroes aren’t fearless, They’re brave enough to face their fears, And the real ones aren’t emotionless, They are the ones who shed tears. Real heroes don’t have crowds around them, They are......

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...As you open that door… you don’t know that there is an ocean behind it If you had to choose between feeling nothing and feeling everything, would you succumb to the flood? What if what you f......

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...I remember he wore a dark, blue coat. But remembering doesn’t mean much. For a woman like me who feels fluttering and sees flying things. I remember he wore a light, orange coat. Then he turned......

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... She remembers when she was young and would scrape her knee or when there was a sadness she couldn’t contain…. her mother was there with a smile and open arms to soothe her aches and pains. To ......

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...My neighbor's piano swirls around her finger likened to a keyed car where scrapes linger. She teases out a tune as we both try to hum along with swirling keys her fingers drum. The naturals a......

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...The banner of hope drapes across my shoulders, once weightless, now a stone-bound chain. Each step scrapes me thinner, a slow retreat, grinding against the wall. Hope was meant to lift me, but......

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... A vine in winter… stripped of its leafy clothes shivers in forlorn silence as it sways and scrapes at the colorless sky. She walks alone… in a barren, winter field hoping to find a way pa......

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...Scrape away, at a life. You just weren’t given any real instructions – so, you scrape like a carpenter at grey washed walls, wanting to peel off old paint – old memories, in your head you scrap a......

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... Child mind with red apple cheeks, and brilliant eyes. Do you wish to taste my mud cake? Unclean hands, picking the first dandelion of spring. Found a stone that flashes sil......

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...Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair. My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace. Processing... Processing... The flickering lamp casts strange shad......

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...My infantile eye left me crying in my spiritual cradle. I was a baby in desperate need of the divine hand and a nutritious ladle. With divine guidance and nutrition, I started to grow. My leg......

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...some days, it feels like i’m drowning in air, the kind of breath that scrapes your lungs raw, and i wonder if i’ll ever remember how it felt to be anything other than tired of existing. ......

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...Morning seeps in, thin light slicing through the weight I carry. Yesterday lingers, clinging like damp clothes against my skin, its shadow tightening around my ribs. The world scrapes against ......

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