Smoothed Poems - Poems about Smoothed

...And then it stopped. The jagged edge of anxiety smoothed by the fall in slow motion - A tumble into a pool of tranquility. Suddenly awakened from the angst by the splash of a refreshing reali......

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...her aged hands smoothed the velveteen cloth a floatie travelled across the upper corner of her right eye was spirit here already? She peered into her crystal ball, quieting herself messages flo......

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...I heard you were gone from someone who didn’t know what you once meant to me. They said it flat, like it was weather. “He passed last week.” And suddenly, the air changed. I didn’t ask fo......

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...The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon Awoken before the water serpents arise, and sea merchants sail in, from shores nearby At crack of dawn, and drawn to flickering......

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...Today, my hair is jazz— wild coils improvising in the wind, syncopated with no apology. It scats when I walk, riffs when I laugh, and plays the truth off-key because it knows perfection never ......

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...I'm the most unlikely one to interview a goldfish but we've lived in the same house for a few years. It's really hard to tell, but I think I've seen her tears. I wonder what she'd want if she had ......

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...Darkness engulfed me I struggled to adjust to the shadows blinked when my vision brought to light— an empty room, rumpled sheets of an unmade bed a tear-stained pillow where I'd laid my head T......

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...I loved you with both hands broken, offered you oceans cupped in cracked palms, watched it leak, leak, leak, through fingers too battered to hold a tide. I made myself a museum of becoming, st......

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...This old brush would once brush cleanly This old brush once smoothed my hair This old brush once snagged a single strand When I was kempt and fair This old brush began to clog up With the hair t......

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...I wake, I breathe, I move, I fade, A specter stitched from a torn-out page. A thing that walks but leaves no trace, A mouth that speaks, but not a face. I press my hands to solid skin, Feel th......

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... My Greek grandmother and godmother, cousins, My grandma baked and cooked homely, My Nona, my godmother exotically, Each one perfect, one couldn’t fault either, Their husbands, playing backgam......

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...A little spark. A work of art. She lit the dark and filled my heart. Around I turned to feel the burn. There she lies. I’ll never learn. She huffed and puffed and blew me down. I was amazed at ......

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...I already understand that children grow inside two blinks, as quickly as the novel Mayfly comes to the surface to die. I'm pining for those first days again, of edentate smiles, milestones......

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... In your eyes, reflected to me are memories of beautiful, trembling pieces of laughing hope still colors of grace and belief feelings pouring from the shadows never just make believe a......

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...Your fingers have bled for this, skin smoothed from the jagged climb. Every load you carried, every silent shout— they brought you here, to be sure? You occasionally think about the fall, its ......

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