Shrugging Poems - Poems about Shrugging

...Invoking bliss magnetism, let heart sing, aware at all times of this simple fact: the idea or thought is not the thing, of the fruit we taste and deeds we enact. We are merely one of the many for......

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...( A university-life vignette) It’s Saturday morning. Lisa, Leong and I were in the common area, lazing about. “This is what happened to us (Lisa and I) last night.” I said, beginning to e......

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...You left in anger and despair with hand grenade words thrown in the air how much you didn’t effing care although I knew that wasn’t true a heavy door had slammed shut behind you so I l......

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...Ghosts of Christmas Past I do not fear the ghosts of my Christmas past. My yearly visit with each one is a gift a present for this one day I drive out to Lantzville Beach and bring my dog......

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... Throw all my socks away. Going barefoot, Across the floors today. Momma said," Where are your socks?" Shrugging my shoulders, Throwing up my hands. They must have g......

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...(a university-life vignette) It’s a Friday night, Leong and I are at a small restaurant close to the dorm called “Ordinary.” We’re in a cozy, pleasantly dark, little red booth—waiting for......

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...what is born must die … this we know but do not accept in as embrace with vibrant nonchalance ~ no, let us admit it fellow souls we are in truth truly afraid we have seen birds in......

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...Blurry sight and squinted eyes, Spotted something under the sweaty brows Steps hurried over stumbled and fumbled. It's been years now, as I reminisce... and the thorns never stop growing, do they......

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...(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives) I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday). I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if......

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...Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee consumed later at night than usual finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed amply lively to learn about an American radio and television personality ......

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...This was last Saturday night. We were at a rooftop party in downtown New Haven thrown by ‘DocHouse.’ Doc-House is kind of a frat-house, owned by Dr. Melon, where he and seven doctoral students live. ......

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... A bisque sun on the windowsill, the early light smells of marigolds. Beyond, the garden is as usual, a haven for cracked clay pots, after windy nights there are yet more broken terracotta options......

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...A head cold in December and the sun is brilliantly high pinned to a sky-blue sky. He needs an image for this distressed kind of joy, a banana shaped image full of starch and potassium, one wi......

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...Was it worth Butchering the butterflies We gave each other? Were they not Pretty enough? Or were they just too fragile For your unstable world? Your world of Mismatched jigsaw puzzl......

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...It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day. “I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day - it's been a lo......

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