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Under My Skin Poems - Poems about Under My Skin


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her warmth seeping in still I fight what's changing me wrapped up in something more than birds singing sun rising fresh morning and being free to blast away in a blaze of glory yet I trickle down her cheek one tear drop in an endless sea softly slowly silently a subtle sigh in the night I don't want to tie down what I don't want tying me down but...

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Categories: under my skin, love,
Form: Free verse
Under My Skin
Horsefly bites galore. Covered in weals with red spots, All under my skin. Scratching the itch was no cure, Nor was head-butting the door. 9 / 6 / 2021....

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Categories: under my skin, endurance, insect,
Form: Tanka



Under My Skin
POEM " UNDER MY SKIN " by martin gedge I can feel you breathing deep beneath my skin tugging at the fabric of the shell that keeps me in racing through the circuits putting pressure on each vein trying to find the surface for the rush of blood to drain pushing every button just to try to make me budge pricking...

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Categories: under my skin, care, conflict, courage, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Under My Skin
I wonder who I am sometimes, what seems to be a universal phenomenon. As everyone remains looking to be someone other than themselves, because those who are themselves are persecuted and dreams hung on the cross by society. But as I wonder the colorful atmosphere of those around me tend to judgingly remind me exactly who...

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Categories: under my skin, abuse, black african american,
Form: Ode
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Alone she sits at a table for two In the corner bistro off Main Cole Porter’s "I’ve Got You under My Skin" Wafts softly throughout the room After hours of lingering hope She watches happy clients come and go Bubbles of happiness fill their chatter Laughter walks out trailing behind Alone she sits and surveys the room Even the wait staff now...

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Categories: under my skin, fantasy, hope, love, sad,
Form: Narrative




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