Snarls Poems - Poems about Snarls

...SINGING IN THE CHIOR OUR LADY OF MOUNT CARMEL ST PATRICKS CHURCH FINALLY MEETING MY NEW HUSBAND FOR THE FIRST TIME WE WERE ENGAGED 2015 VOLUNTEERING ALL OVER POLK COUNTY IN LAKELAND WITH THE MILITAR......

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... after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed, Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows. Grace knurls t......

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...REMEMBERING JOSEPH FRANCIS GRATES JOE AND MY HUSBAND SERVED TOGETHER IN VIETNAM 101 SCREAMING EAGLES HE WAS ACTUALLY A MAYOR AT ANYRATE HE WAS A BIG PART OF OUR MARRIAGE ACTUALLY WE WOULD SIT FOR HOU......

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... Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed, Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow. It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed, To a shape what decrepit, flai......

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...ENOUGH! I felt deaf from the ‘noise’ of information, constantly butting, buzzing against my mantra of: “The quieter you are… the more you… hear!” At present, my lifestyle felt media manipulated......

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...I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls, from my conscience as it spoke contemptible remarks aimed at me. What shame those words delivered. "Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver, mimicking the ......

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... There is a poem I have yet to write, a ghost ensnared within the ribs of silence, a pulse in the throat of absence, a rhythm swirling down the drain of thought. I do not pursue it. It resists......

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... Written: November 27, 2024, For Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh ____________________________ Whimsical whispers of wind  are my wondrous wicket restive ......

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...Paranoia guides my gaze to the wall, Where a dragon stands, fierce and tall. His tongue flicks with a wicked gleam, But something’s wrong no fiery fire stream. He snarls, yet no flames arise, ......

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...In raw dawn I emerge crow-thoughts pecking skull-bone black as plowed earth. Farm-stench floods – dung, hay and blood – primal musk of life and death intertwined. Yet in this first ......

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...Outfitting himself for wrestling he sneared at the smiling gentlmen in the locker roomI wanna see how I could not be perfect see ya'll guy think everything is easy and getting up early and doing t......

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...If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, and a soul dead from mourning. ~ by poet I heard the fai......

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...In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls, Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears The other, a vicious shadow......

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... In the mirror's cold embrace, a war of words ignite, One soul fractured, battling self, beneath the pale moonlight. The darkness snarls, a serpent's tongue, with venom in its hiss, "You're weak,......

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...Anger hides Behind a gentle gesture Shouting How did you let this happen You are there I know it See it In flashes of sadness In your eyes In snarls of frustration On your face I know Y......

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