Short Pull At Poems

to get it opened!
indeed not to pull at all 
a pushing indeed...

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Angry men quarrel
While boys pull at shirttails-
Ominous cycle....

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surreal images
enchanted visions in space
that pull at our lives...

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You pull at the strings
That unravel life
Melancholy kills
When love is the knife...

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Days of yearning pull at my heartstrings, I wait for everything and nothing. Years of anguish feed upon my soul, how long will I endure?...

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Cherished memories
pull at the heartstrings
for a time back when
teenage first love and romance
was so sweet and new

Oh how I wish someone could make me feel
a teenager again.



Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec....

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A story is told 
Just by the look of it
You see it starts to unfold 
It's hard to take in just a bit

So many memories
I take them all with me
I pull at my sleeves
So that no one see

I don't want to hurt anyone
Even when they've hurt me
I'm fragile
Yet they still break me...

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Bodies strewn through my mind
Images lurk in closed lids
Dare I shutter the soul’s windows again?
Silent screams send shock waves
That ripple through my body.
Eyes strain for a faint glimmer.
Heavy hands pull at my lashes
Forcing me to face the horror.
Merciful darkness closes in.
A blank mind and nothing more....

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They have bound you with the chains from their youth
Pull at the shackles that latch you to them
Rip them away and struggle for freedom
Strain against the destiny that is yours
Stretch your mind toward the heavens, smash the
Tablet of rules written by people with
No emotions, No Feelings
No hope

created 1/1/2013...

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A working river;
no madrigal
no moodwater
no moondive.

A vicious cut through stone
past deer and belief
curves with pebbles
rope and stone.

An audience of trees
watch hands and salt form
bends of hard grass
and wild mint.

When I am considered lost
you pull at my sleeve,
slow with dark water,
alone and old, but safe....

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You play with my heart
Pull at my strings
Still, you keep smiling
While to me, pain it brings
You push my buttons
Then toss me away
Yet, keep me close
For a rainy day
Out of frustration,
You throw me around
Losing some of my pieces 
That will never be found
As you grow tired
Without a word to say
You take one last look
And put me away...

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I used to think love was simple,
but now it feels like a tangled thread.
You pull at it, I pull back,
and we both end up with hands full of regret.

I want to ask you what’s broken,
but I’m afraid you won’t say anything.
So I sit here,
waiting for the silence to fill the space between us,
hoping you’ll fill it with something real....

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Life's Tapestry

Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling  extracts not quite done. 

Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on dusty walls
Pull at strings of mother's milk
Ellipsing vacant halls. 
Shadows press the looking glass
Towards the light then fall. 
Running colours fading fast
Yaw past the muted call. 

©deborah burch
2.07.2013...

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Deep Abyss

I teeter on the edge of
a deep abyss,
Calling to me
Heart to heart, love to love……

Control wrapping me 
With tightly held tendrils
Preventing the fall
My heart yearns for.

The call of love,
Beckons me to break the bonds
And fall into the silence.
The unknowing that my heart
Already knows so well.

I pull at the bonds
Only to discover my own fingers
Wrapped tightly around my heart.
Protecting, Controlling....

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It is an unfortunate reality,
Those most able to tie word and misery -
Are most often the least spoken.

They are capable of divining the self,
Pulling out streams of emotion.
- Emotion that is far heavier than simple tears.

The words pull at their friends' heartstrings,
Puppeteering their empathy,
Taking all the warmth that they had too.

That's the curse of an ailed writer,
only knowing ink and page -
because paper doesn't cry....

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Quiet little redhead
blue eyes twinkling hope
shoved and pushed around
surviving just to cope

She wants so much to join
to play and laugh and sing
but she is never chosen
to be included in the ring

The girls all laugh and snicker
the boys pull at her braids
she feels humiliated
their cruelty she evades

Sadness brims, o’er flows her eyes
in her shell she does confine
all the hurt as she's shoved around
until she's last in line...

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Devices pull at my trigger
coaxing with memory vacant
to urge a splurge from me
without regret, without vigor,
an ageless chant that can't

rise to the level of ethics
or all corruption resounds
with shame the game they play.
To whittle down our passion ticks
their wave pounds as it surrounds

the magnetic magic of minds
until trudging synthetic
debit drain to pain all growth
before we beg our troubled rinds
to toss pathetic aims aesthetic....

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His Name

I forget, sometimes
But the wind clings to his name
Drags it through the trees

And on summer days
It battles with the sun
For a place in my ear
Each syllable stinging my ear drum
Into a child-like shrink

And it nestles in the bronze heights
On the edge of September
Only to fall

Consonants crunch beneath my feet

My heart falls to my wrists
Where it pounds desperately against my skin

I pull at my sleeves
Hold them tight in my fists
And wade through the bronze ocean...

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There it sits
Adorned in gold and red
Waiting for that someone
That special one to come
To unwrap and expose

A gift laid
Waiting for those hands
That gently pull at the bow
A careful rip at the gold paper
The present is given

Ah, to enjoy
The pleasure of unwrapping
That perfect gift, desired present
Allowing ourselves the merriment
Of making our own

Yet, it is a gift
That is given freely
With no strings, just hopes
That it brings smiles, happiness
To the one...

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I watch you pull at the sheets, 
tugging my hair and in a pattern of expectations
-you always meet.
Nails in my skin, digging deep. 
Welts building up, and sounds break our heavy silence,
I knew what you wanted from what I could see.
Sin clouds our pure, clean minds,
I look up at your hand intertwined in mine.
Hell yeah, this is it.. out of breath I gasp in air, 
you're loving this, pulling at my hair.
To get a little dirty is never a bad thing,
when you're searching to please....

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