Stunted Poems - Poems about Stunted

...The shackles that hold me Visible to my eye alone. The collar around my neck Only cause I allow it. The chains around my feet Have bound me to this prison, A prison I call home But feels......

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...His Broken Soul I was a spark in morning’s light, But that... has faded out of sight. I don’t know, Father—do You forgive? Yet clouded with pride, I struggle to live. My heart bleeds. I o......

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...In the quiet nook of a loving home, Is my small world- fenced by iron bars, and a limited sky. Protected from storms and predator’s eye. Fresh clean water, steady sunflower seed supply. Almos......

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...I’ve never been kissed on the dance floor. With him, I feel light-hearted, but apart, I’m utterly devastated. I’m a dreamer, he’s laid-back, and without a genuine connection, our love fee......

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...Unknown to me these parallels ran smooth Fraternal twins, unlike in face but both Against her sister, but dormant in youth. My Esau stunting Jacob in his growth Suppressed was Joseph with his......

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...Your words have power They’re not just sounds they’re spells You can cast them with malice Or cast them wishing well The consequences of hate evident in one’s words Is to mentally mutilate ......

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...My skin’s made of flowers, Waiting to blossom in the shade, Fighting the urge to turn grey, As they look desperately for— The summer breeze of tomorrow. Where their petals ruffle in the wind, F......

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...This is supposed to be my outlet. Emotions I claim are tainted pour out of me, And I call it art. This is what recovering looks like. Pages upon pages of words I’ve kept hidden from the world— T......

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...Of burning sight, we grow the flora, From dancing light of my aurora. A stunted garden, met with showers, Brought to bloom, bouquet of flowers. In casting passion, bright the sky, Of green and......

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...Song of the Highest Tower by Arthur Rimbaud translation by Michael R. Burch Let it come, let it come, The day when all hearts love as one. I’ve endured so long That I’d even forgotten The ......

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...Lilly’s First Walk Lilly’s first real day as part of our pack Means she takes her first real walk, ever Which for a nine month old pug Is coming kind of late to the game But it’s her......

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...It would seem impossible for a house plant to have joy loosely rooted in a glazed bowl of nutrient depleted soil every third day fed plastic cups of fluorinated water enduring yellow, rainless nic......

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... A new tomato burst beneath a blade, its juice streaking my wrist, mimicry of something I swore off years ago. Seeds scatter like liquid mercury across the cutting board, smallest ......

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... suddenly bare branches sway and shiver shiver and sway, outstretched in vain to December's flares stunted grass shoots deign not wave to howling winds ......

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... your field lies bare and vacant a patch of wasteland never toiled pardon not granted merciless and cold a harvest of apology’s acceptance lost in resentment anger fear and insecurity seeds o......

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