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Stoma Poems - Poems about Stoma


Premium Member Ultimate Metaphysical Base
...Written: November 04, 2023, For Jaymee Thomas Contest _________________________________________ Reflecting on this rip-roaring round adventure, Gazing into the dept......

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Categories: stoma, analogy, appreciation, creation, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
Animosity Vessel
...ANIMOSITY VESSEL : This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... VERSE 1: This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... Here she sit at her thresholds corner; Looks pity but craving to blow a vandal, Crazely permittin......

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Categories: stoma, abuse, evil,
Form: Lyric



A Great Little Survivor - Part 2
...After four weeks... A cruel infection, poor Ted, now prevents you receiving Mummy's milk; nourishment vital for the whole of you. We long for you to breathe, to cry, to see. The waiting o......

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Categories: stoma, baptism, birth, for him,
Form: Narrative
Until It Is Unexpected
...mr. macy picture of health now sounds like mr. troutman thinking about mouth to stoma thinking about the whiskers growing thinking about the phlegm now having a new exit ms. pennymarker pi......

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Categories: stoma, addiction, change,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Brooding Thoughts On Another Night of Dread
...It is dark and night outside my window, and in the soundless, lit confines of my room I sit at my old, ivory desk cheerless and anxious with dread for what the rest of another night may br......

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Categories: stoma, allegory, angst, confusion, dark,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member The Anatomy of Disgust
...A stoma and a scar like the Grand Canyon form a conspiracy against my body. The stoma--raw and fleshy--looks like a red and beefy barnacle on my side that constantly oozes and drains f......

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Categories: stoma, allegory, angst, dark, depression,
Form: Free verse
A Scent of Loving Memories
...“Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...” Let the memories fly into my mind, so I can see. The simple smell of a flower can do so much. Times of fun, laughter, or even his touch. Li......

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Categories: stoma, love, romancelove, me,
Form: Rhyme

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