Short Scraped Poems

Bare feet scraped kneecaps 
summer's ups and downs on bike 
carefree and youthful...

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spinning bike tire
left side of my face scraped off
february 5th			


Written 9-26-2018				Biker’s Dozen	
						Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy...

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BROWNIES

i’m baking brownies
have scraped the mixing bowl clean
sniff the aroma
now the kid-in-me comes out
how I stole a piece    stole out...

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I fell flat on my heart
It was scraped on the outside,
and crushed on the inside;
However, neither did I lose
any part of it
nor any blood,
But my spirit;
...

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If I scraped my elbow
Or skinned my knee
From childlike falls,
(Scars I still carry)
GrandDaddy would laugh
And say with a chuckle,
"Ahhh, now, son...
It'll heal 'fore you marry."...

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Skin
Wrinkles, creases, scars. 
Stretch marks, red spots, bruises. 
Skin.
Bumps, scabs, cuts. 
Thick, thin, soft. 
Skin
Rough, dead, raw. 
Broken, scraped, taught.
Skin is the same in every color....

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1950’s wear
teenage boys loved them
less scraped knees for sure
girls wanted them too

they can be frayed
dressy or plain
embroidery them
or add some lace

solid blue
workman pants
dungarees

daily
denim

jeans...

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From her eyes
he scraped the light
and 
glued fear

she had Christmas
and
red pony bike

teacher
and 
sandwich in lunch box 

torn  knees
and
kiss for „it will pass sooner“

oreo cookies
and
story for good night...

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Curly locks, red cheeks,
a warm, cheeky smile.
Wide-cast, dreamy eyes,
sticky hands down sides.
Dungaree, scraped thighs,
of a girl aged five.


03/24/2021
Contest: Tableau - 6 Lines Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May...

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This ink switchblade scraped the page
Imbibed by my musical sage
This isn't just a love sick cantata
A heartless melody, baby hold that fermata
Oh look out! More lyrical crimes
Hear me butcher these rhymes?
My murderous hymn in 4/4 times...

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Food Will Have Much Need

has been well agreed
God will multiply each seed
fulfils my need

while lying in breeze
God taught me how to climb trees
when I scraped my knees.

God me did endow
poems are all enough for now
shall seek big brown cow...

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It is one of those windy Kansas days
Felled oak trees roll along the country roads
Their roots are scraped and torn like hopscotch knees
They are as gnarled now as skeins of worn-out yarn
Do you hear them crying as they are being uprooted and blown?
I do....

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Tom took a day off for golf to play
His game should have been simpler croquet
Bruised head and scraped knees
His cart like swiss cheese
Wrecks on the nine, decides game's risque  

Inspired by Craig Cornish's Contest
Not an entry.....
Written: April 1, 2013...

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i am pieces of granite wall
undetermined reason for being
tolerating chisel masters
crumbling into dust
falling into bowl of crevice
scraped up into Chinaman’s baskets
roughing up against dainty seashells
fitting nowhere
out of place
out of sorts
out of ideas...

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A clearing vision fails.
Nothing is what it seems.
Your inheritance, scuffed
lenses, ammonia, sins
of a grandmother’s house.
Of a grandmother’s house
nothing departs unchanged.
Elbows, knees and knuckles
scraped raw by scour-pads,
solvent, sting of scrubbed air....

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You will remain an indelible stain
this soul of mine can't wash clean;
such is your hold on me

So deeply embedded into my heart
you can't be scraped off my skin!
You're tattooed into me



Date written: 02/01/2021...

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I came upon a 
blood smeared road
Of flesh and skin 
and crushed bone
I collected the vision 
of what it could be 
Piecing together 
deaths mystery
The town appeared 
shovel in hand
Scraped the remains 
threw down sand 
I said a simple prayer
For the bloodstained smear
...

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On a Path through knee-high heathers
Stumbled, scraped, suddenly seeing
Moonlit form in noiseless View;
Raven's eyes of Crimson hue.
Caw and stretch the Midnight feathers!
Extraordinary, blurry, Ancient measures
Sounding you, approaching closer:
Startled wings alighting further....

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I was going to write you a poem
but my cat lay in the road.
I scraped up his remains with a shovel
paced them in a plastic bag,
dropped it into a dumpster.

I was going to write you a poem
but in my fridge is a half can of cat food,
with a cellophane lid,
useless and taking up space....

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I bet you think you’re better than me; 
With your numbers and merits;
But I think you’re hiding;
Aren’t you?

You molded and folded;
Shaped and scraped;
Now everything fits;
Or does it?

I’m familiar with your concerns;
But I’ve noticed the holes; 
And I know;
Why you’re like that....

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Ashen day turns into blackened night. One
limb of a lonely tree stripped of its
pre-fall leaves juts out against the
backdrop of an inked sky scraped
with gray.  Dark clouds enfold
the full white moon, who
cannot break loose
from these strange
small hours’
grasp....

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Bare, it’s clean, does love exist?
Scraped clean, who deserves such confused?

Death row veggies , marrow delight?
Slaughtered for our feast?

Bacon cheese- burger
Defiles humanity

Ask me now
Does love exist?

Does
               Love

                              Exist?


11/010/11...

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when we scraped the surface
little did we know
love was underneath
hidden like a chest of gold

searching even deeper
we came to realize
this truly was a treasure
meant only for our eyes

now we smile and remember
those fond moments of discovery
hidden like a chest of gold
was love for you and me...

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I feel my heart beating
I can feel it bleeding
Is this what it is like?
it is like when I fell off my bike
I was scraped up and bleeding
but to my surprise I was still breathing
when you died
I died
so why is it that I am not dead?
I pray and wish for the end
but there is hope because my heart is still
beating...

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In my dream, the sun was a god,
The moon smiles and gave me a nod,
The stars turned to shining dust,
Which scraped off of metal as I watched it rust.

Then a fire started out of a spark,
The obscure dream went all dark,
I woke up looking at the wall,
The real world felt so small!


*Not sure what kind of poem this is... help?*...

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