Short Gnawing Poems
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Love
gnawing
at my soul...
can't be just a
crush.
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(C) John C Michaels, 27 August 2017
I can’t outrun you,
with last night’s dream on my lips;
A racing heartbeat
breaking through a private wall,
your kiss is gnawing my gut.
Light
Cheerful, joyful
Blinding, reviving, loving
Mother, peace, fear, null
Gnawing, killing, saddening
Empty, scary
Dark
From when I lost you, and drove you away.
The gnawing guilt and regret,
I would love to forget.
For the "What you would like to forget" contest
this endless rain
pains
like an idle
pent up *****
gnawing away at sanity
grinding nerves
into digestible bits
this
this is not
nourishment
hackled ginger snap
gnawing on a funny bone
packing poetry
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inexplicable,
this endlessly gnawing yen...
and hunger for thee!
Date written: 06/27/2020
have a following in my heart of hearts;
caressing thoughts of temptation
gnawing sin biting me
11/24/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
If husband his nails gnawing like rabbit,
I show the way to quit nasty habit.
No point to treat poor husband with scoff
Just rip off his teeth, or nails his rip off !
When I see a crowd on the street, noise and smell,
Gnawing me the concern for this people: -
Is there enough room for them in the hell?
Is there enough oil, firewood, fire keepers?
a year feels like forty
a crack becomes a gaping hole
emptiness swallows
hatred fades to bitterness
memories lead to tears
avoidance becomes a gnawing ache
i hate that stretch of road
Form:
If you think ants are busy, you should seek
Barry the beaver living down by Chesapeake
Gnawing down trees with every tooth in his head
Barry works twenty-four seven and will ‘til he’s dead.
... is a sticky, gooey mask
that eats into
the skin
... and flesh, quietly, slowly,
gnawing at the bones
and sinews
... of the wearer's
hidden, real
face!
...there is a hunger inside me that i cannot contain
its gnawing my insides....burning through my restraint
its a live-wired bomb waiting to explode
and destroy my life... my world..... my soul
I still feel a phantom caress,
a gnawing silent emptiness,
too strong to deny or even tame,
a nagging unquenchable flame.
It still burns but, it heats much less,
No ashes fall, mocking passionless.
hasty squirrel, bark
zigzagging, leaping, gnawing
store nuts and acorns
Written: February 02, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND HIKU Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I still feel a phantom caress
a gnawing, silent emptiness,
too strong to deny or even tame,
a nagging, unquenchable flame.
Though it still burns, it heats much less,
a sense still mocking, passionless.
Writhing patchwork
Vivified
With negative charge
Shirt-n-tie shoe-in
Lunch-n-punch reports
Control over who?
Crisp tailoring hides
Grisly quilt
Stitched of you
Alpha goat
Clip-clop
Over you
Alpha rat
Gnawing
On you
You
Pride reigns supreme in my country where a man would rather trail off to slumber with hunger gnawing at his entrails than be compelled to eat humble pie.
Country India
Date Sept 4, 2016
Contest Where I live
One liner
Kenya kangaroo flying colorful kaleidoscope kite
gnawing nimble gnashy night crawlers on Nairobi’s night
enticing enthusiastic Englewood eagles, filling them with excite
making melodious music, merrymaking magic as they might
Love is actually a mental illness
Bi-polar and life consuming
Breathes taken and eyes crying
until there is no more
Stabbing and gnawing pain in
the blackest darkest depths
until you are no more..
You are reborn anew..you
She had been stalked
Dark thoughts draped in silence
Ranting
Gnawing
Suckling
At the breast of doubt
Whimpering
In the shadowed suffering
Of idled indecision
Held hostage
By the blank page
John G. Lawless
©6/23/2023
tall fin terrifies
people screaming now
bedlam at the beach
teenagers running
people are screaming
terrifying
horrifying
chilling nightmare
great white sighted
enormous
unwelcome
visitor
gnawing
jawing
shark
I am gnawing on the remains of my last meal
with tears in my eyes
It still tastes like you
It was full of your memories
I had to do it
I ate my soul
with the hope of becoming a mere shadow of you
Now all I have to do is wait
Form:
Sucker punched.
Gel filled.
Gnawing.
I felt the grass and ground mummify.
Feet are like root vegetables that get raked up.
Slam.
Sucker punched.
The new bunker they built.
So fancy that no one would believe I lived there.