Smudges Poems - Poems about Smudges

...Sturdy oak creaks as my weight shifts, hands tangling in my hair. My chair scrapes hardwood as I begin to pace. Processing... Processing... The flickering lamp casts strange shad......Read the rest...

...Choose you Choose yourself Don't get lost In someone else Choose the better version of you Choose even when you feeling blue Choose you first Never last See yourself Like clear glass......Read the rest...

...the keys stick when I type, the ink smudges on cheap paper, there’s an old man in the corner laughing through his dentures at my words. he knows, I know— it’s all garbage, all of it. writing......Read the rest...

...It seems dark, though daisies are open I still see in colour, so I cannot be broken Smears and smudges all left a mark Though daisies are open, it seems dark Held in embrace, are those people s......Read the rest...

...Yond the Book of Judges, uncover the smudges, Samson and or Shimshon, a Nazarite vowed, son, Delilah deceptor, Philistia's daughter, The lipstick was preying, weight lift also praying,......Read the rest...

... What if I don't want the smudges off the shields? Why should I seek what races away from me? Not all struggles are worth the sweats. Can I choose myself and forget about how ironed m......Read the rest...

...It was just a silhouette but it reminds me why I left the spirit box closed I felt as though the hand I was holding Was yours and not my own In my want to believe But reality hit me like a train......Read the rest...

...The flaws, The way that my shoulders are broader than they need to be, So that the small, tight tops never fit right, So that I look muscular, “Like a man,” my mother says, The way my nose i......Read the rest...

... I give thanks for gifts from creative ways And deep blue skies on sunny days I give thanks for the kind, caring gestures And wide open freedom in golden pastures I give thanks for guidance, s......Read the rest...

...Written: September 30, 2023 Sponsored by: Silent One Pick a Colour Contest "There is my body, in it an ocean formed of his glory, all the creation, all the uni......Read the rest...

...I bought the shroud of Turin the vatican had a sale they have legal expenses and priests that needed bail. It was just an old dusty cloth so I put it in the wash that Tide detergent, never fa......Read the rest...

...Voices voices voices, Is all I hear when I'm in between the choices, Should I say this or that, I wouldn't even know cause yall would still be mad. I feel so pathetic, I feel sympathy for the......Read the rest...

...Soul Fingerprints By Mark Stucky From the midst of multitudes, elusive, unique fingerprints identify individuals as owners of their surface smudges. Beyond their bar......Read the rest...

... Away in the attic, No dusting for years, I'm sneezing and sneezing! Eyes brimming with tears! Now why did I come here? For that box of books, Too heavy and dirty, Ruined my good......Read the rest...

...The slap-dash marks of a painter's brush - modern art, abstract, enigmatic. It could be a wordless poem it speaks in smudges and streaks of color, it beggars' belief or reason and yet... ......Read the rest...