Scratched Poems - Poems about Scratched

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 ...

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There are gaps in the particleboard; quince wads fill the breaches. Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum. It's a rented place, he tiptoes around its yellow layers. He has a friend he visits on Sunday afternoons. The walls of her bedsit are paper thin. She thinks her neighbors scratch on them, thinks they are writing to her. She will stand in front of him naked, eyes...

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making marriage vows forever they declared their love would last until they scratched to death their seven-year itch...

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Deep It's almost a hollow pain when my thoughts meet I feel it every time I think about everything Like the world is sitting on my back The universe just keeps stacking new problems and adding new hurdles to my already burdened path I don't know how much longer I want to go on Like the world is a...

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An email came from our hotel – We’ve scratched your reservation. We weren’t that surprised and took The news with resignation. The hurricane wreaked havoc there And with the loss of power, The chance of new accommodations Worsened by the hour. The canceling of flights came next, A challenge while you’re driving, But after much frustration, Credits soon will be arriving. We’ll unreserve the rental...

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Like a new babe at life's door this one last chance at being alive yet cries for redemption, I'm really, really, sorry, but be quiet. I don't know how to get to you.. you're out now.., at long last. Free of a wondrous body.., but you need know, you must go back. Will love see it so.. where best willed...

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Nope, not ever; You can’t dress up cats; Schemers never need a mask; Tail, Eyes, always...

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I was burning with curiosity, and wondered how it would be possible and what would be used to scratch one’s soul; It seemed unlikely to me when I was young, But one day I was about to learn they were never the sharp nails of a lady, nor the sharp teeth of those who get greedy but sharp tongues of those who are green with envy...

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There are gaps in the particleboard; quince wads fill the breaches. Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum. It's a rented place, he tiptoes around its yellow layers. He has a friend he visits on Sunday afternoons. The walls of her bedsit are paper thin. She thinks her neighbors scratch on them; thinks they are writing to her. She will stand in front of him naked, eyes...

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she scratched my soul, the girl from Valencia, I lost my way,agreeing to share her silk-mesh thighs, to "double-man the tiller," so to speak, which was OK...for a time, then our "arrangement" became too much to bear, some nights I thought I could smell him, his thick beard, his linen shirt, his poetry: so I cast her...

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I thought I would take a chance the other night. The move I made turned out to be right. I scratched the silver coating off the ticket I bought. Lo and behold, see the winning combination I caught! I feel like going on a shopping spree. Hello lottery agent, show me the money! Inspired by another...

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Expression is being who you want to be Not perpetrating someone you claim to be for ME Trying to hold me hostage with your lies… Thinking because you were between my thighs that you got me hook lined and sinked…. Getting me all vexed, tensed and unsure of my own emotional rationalization Emotionally retarded LITTLE MAN you are…. Hiding in your...

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I know the itch that can't be scratched The world is growing way too fast. We all are at battle with peace of mind Alas, it's the itch that can't be scratched. I know the itch that can't be scratched These wars are growing hard, and fast. Soon the world will be one dead blob of mass- Alas! It's the itch that...

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Like an itch halfway down your back, unreachable, itching to be ...

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His hopes for the race, Rode in the saddle of Pride. The horse fell down....

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