Scratches Poems - Poems about Scratches

...Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could Body sways and she prays for air to catch Then she see it lu......Read the rest...

...Lay me down in a field of barbed wire, I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy; It is mine too; Let the messenger speak, The broken arrows on your letter I assure you were received; Now lay me ......Read the rest...

...Not ready to be thrown away, like those memories made it's not broken, long as it's loved. Can't you feel them? lands and grooves in circle's run.. feels I've known you since the day you w......Read the rest...

... Written: May 03, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I witnessed the dawn seraphic sapphire spike, I marveled at the world's exquisiteness strike. The colors shim......Read the rest...

..."As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner" Rumi I can get as close as I like You wouldn't, couldn't back away Though I'll become hazy Air from my lungs capable of ......Read the rest...

...Felt this uneasy tide of disdain the world around me seems too mundane eyes have lost the shine lost the path I never knew was mine this seems like a never-ending dream heard an encroaching scre......Read the rest...

...My dad loved that car. It was old and I was young. I got a scratch one day. I almost drove away. With that old car. But then he would be sad. But at least then… He wouldn’t know. Sadly, I di......Read the rest...

...I don't want to wander those places where our footsteps have long since passed, Down shaded alleys where our memories whisper and stand guard like stone sentries, I no longer wish to hear those son......Read the rest...

...Deep November, a shallow time, nonetheless. The snow is high packed with a cryogenic amnesia. Not yet dawn, a sunken bed muffles rising thoughts. An eyelash of cognizance flits across thawin......Read the rest...

...I’m craving a smoke I’m craving a drag, a poisonous and toxic puff of smog to fill my empty lungs to pass the time to feel the burn in my throat. I fill my body with solitude and me......Read the rest...

...Pleasure and exposure, closure All of you steams and then boils over All of you gleams and beckons closer Raised well, all “yes, sir” “no, sir” Naked edges, hollow scratches, Bear witness a......Read the rest...

...I am skin, I am bone My vessel all alone My heart, it is broken as it stays inside it’s tomb Breaking Through, breaking out Well, it’s all I want to do I’ve left bruises and scratches Hollowed ......Read the rest...

...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......Read the rest...

...If my being is not born from words, What am I, in the vast anonymity? Not a sculptor of poems with the chisel of language, Nor a painter stirring the carousel of colors. If scars do not define me......Read the rest...

... Three kids to a bed, two beds to a room, three rooms crowded with flannel long johns and wool socks. If I was lucky enough maybe they had only been worn by two or three brothers before me. ......Read the rest...