Tightening Poems - Poems about Tightening

...I dreamt of a siren with crystal skin and quaint braided hair. her eyes, slow swirls of undying azure, coiled around, her salt-sweet chorus tightening at ......

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...As the dark veil covered the sky, I was left with no choice but to resign to fate. The enemy was relentless in their pursuit— My platoon scattered after the strike on Khartoum. Only two b......

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...Hibiscus Sunrise... Not the diluted hues of Instagram filters/ But the raw, unfiltered blaze of truth/ They say there's one way, only one way, to tell it/ No 'alternative facts' shimmering like h......

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...You can't deny You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I? And uhm... since I'm so fly I'll bring you some plane truth Open your eyes it's the season of the witch There's witch hunting......

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...You arrived like a rupture in time, some semantic glitch in the fabric, sparking where there was nothing… a rupture before the rapture. I think—no, I know— you were watching before I saw you. ......

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... The grief I carry is so heavy None can sense the weight I feel in my chest. It is crushing me, I feel it in every breath I take, And in each step, I totteringly make. From my heart, all swee......

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...Was my home built above the endless abyss, Why do I feel beneath my steps the corpses of ancestors whispering in silence, Like invisible strings tightening around my neck, reminding me, Mocking th......

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... I don’t think I have ever written another poem of such emotional intensity! I was bedridden for almost four months. It was at such a desperate moment that I thought of scribbling down my feelings o......

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...The air you breathe, it isn't all it seems, Not just the oxygen that fuels your waking dreams. It carries whispers, doubts that fill your head, A constant murmur, a voice that's often said, ......

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...Through a tear in the wall, the sunlight peeks, No one comes to ask how the old woman speaks. How does she endure, so forlorn and alone? Only God could be her aid, her own. The horizon stretches,......

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...Thoughts are things, Little balloons on strings. Floating through the mind. Hoping to find a place to land, To attach and Implement their plan. Silently doing what they can, plottin......

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...Walking on Egg Shells Each step, a fragile whisper, Cracking beneath the weight of your gaze, I tread lightly through the shards of us, Every word a potential storm, Every silence, a noose tight......

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...Hands tightening, my neck is broken From the front to the back his batons a choken Fear in my body for my posture is a slopen Cheer in the voices from the violence of hate Screaming de......

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...My brain is swirling, Sounds are Twirling. Thoughts are things, Little balloons on strings. Floating through the mind, Hoping to find, a place to land, And attach, To implemen......

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...Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest Just before logging off for the day, and ready to boogie out of the joint an email landed squarely in my inbox cordially ......

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