Sutures Poems - Poems about Sutures

...She is not made of atoms, but aftermaths— the kind that linger in a room long after the lights remember to flicker back on. Her spine? An origami of fallen yesterdays, creased by collapse, b......

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...I Am shame In my vice Hate the acclaim Help me Jesus Christ And take away this pain My wounds are covered in ice Sutures being applied in vain My Life came Th......

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... When I think of all the things my mother taught me and all the things my father said I am really glad that some things, went by the wayside while other things aren't dead ! As I r......

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...I dreamed I lost you. The pain was so real that I still feel the dried blood from the sweet sutures you used to make a man of me. You domesticated my soul.......

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...Lightning sutures me not leaving a single scar; My smile starts to glow; To myself I say, ‘Everything will be alright.’ Such a clear cut sign; Natural cymbals back up my internal source; ......

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...The internet kills me. Just as it has for many other little girls. As it twists the narrative into making us look like items. Items that can be used as you please because we have no control over even......

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...Sometimes, when we find ourselves in the softest light, a glow spills through the window, casting shadows that dance and flicker between each heartbeat, I catch a glimpse of you from a certain ang......

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...We moved back into the residence yesterday - we were jubilant - and had a slumb-over last night, to celebrate our reunification. We woke up joyous, on the right side of the same bed (slumb-over), and......

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...Toils and brawls hit hard herebelow Till poetry and its bliss are forgotten; Till the joys of rhyme totter battered By thrusts of a world foul and rotten. But when the last of blows The ve......

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...Kindness and Lament Money never to be found or spare Funny how people just sit there and stare Honey now you know this really isn’t fair Sunny for those who genuinely care Affection for thos......

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...Contest: Eight Words Sponsor: Emile Pinet 6-16-23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eight Words WISTFUL FEELINGS, An expression of MELANCHOLY DEPRESSION, Wake in winsome......

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...Rome was always a playground for me, Where lovely girls thronged around the streets: The Fontana dei Trevi where people threw coins Hoping they would revisit enchanting Rome, Or on the Spanish st......

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...Then there is the night with its backstreets of characters, masked, intractable, unwilling to leave the comfort of their lifelong haunts. They call out then turn away in fear of being known. ......

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...I just want to be me, free to exist, rest knowing everything inside is seen; The somber parts also need to be kissed, if it's love then there is no in between; Really, can't I simply be who I a......

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...Weave away, Weaver, weave on The many layers of our lives Your nimble fingers weave upon – Thread the rubric of our hours Into days and weeks and years With your persistent weaving power Lace......

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