Squinting Poems - Poems about Squinting

... Standing at a dusty crossroads, The sun brutally beats down Upon flesh left for dead. High noon mingles with midnight; Diminishing reality becomes increasingly threadbare. ......

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... turbulence unrelenting despite sand blown eyes squinting all I could see was you… tossed around slammed to the ground dazed and confused still all I could see was you… hope eternal i......

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...A city block vendor chimes pleasantries prouder than Muzak or an unseen crow in the background elevating alarm clock music in the caws uncredited and angrily growing louder. A walkway narrows ......

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...Not the First Time By Cathrin Stuart Late at night, you came home drunk Not the first time I heard you and Mommy talking Not the first time You came and pulled me out of bed by the hair Not......

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...I set the table; I did not. The pourer did. The poor did not. The seats are cold; merlot is warm. The pourer asks; there are replies, sips, guzzles, sighs, manners. I am satisfied as each one’s ......

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...I can see you by the window from the outside Squinting, smiling through the sunlight You could see me in the corner of your eye But I'm miles away from the sight What’s the news, how is your blo......

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...I'm so tired. The machinery of my body feels like it's failing, I'm grasping at the air praying there's something to hang onto, I'm gritting my teeth and squinting my eyes in the struggle to see......

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...If you have a puzzle to put together, best to own a cat to paw and ponder the jigsaw path, fur flying, schnozes sneezing, eyes squinting, fingers tweezing. Separation anxiety, as you figure ou......

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...Nights of flying dream world, who might chase a raucous laugh, or seek indeed mirthful excitement, the sort that has embroidered twists, as is generally perceived by intention, but epic hurdle......

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... Only twenty-five years since I took your name, fluorescent lights, a government building, the officiant a stranger we met that morning— no pictures, no rehearsals, just vows read like lines on ......

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...Beautiful shapes to look at (that’s the Greek etymology) cylinder of imagination, childhood companion, hours spent squinting and twisting, magical mystery machine, a carousel for the eyes, nev......

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...August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time—Sylvia Plath End Of August The end of August is oh so near ......

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...Seeing — Unseeing the words drift away far into the current of what’s left to say Passing my cortex and into the void where blind recognition awaits to destroy Familiar or foreign once s......

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...It’s not like we are hiking through harsh terrain. But it feels desert-like. We see mirages of the lemonade and ice cream stands. We keep walking. The streets become busier. Not with cars, but ......

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...Urban jungle roosters, born-again scarecrow, to untutored city eyes, tawny pipit stonewall nester, jet black Inca dove bereft, of dovetail on a croque monsieur, idle bone grub crawl, mother h......

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