Under The Skin Poems - Poems about Under The Skin

... I'm more watery than women under the skin altho' my body's composed of 6 chemical elements within and all that remains to go with the flow is approx. 60% H2O and the gravity of the s......

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...They walk among us, wrapped in a quiet that intrigues, in a silence that soothes. We think they’ve always been this way, born under a merciful star, spared from opposing winds. But this peace, you ha......

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... ever really knowing if I'm coming or going meanwhile what am I to do with you as somewhat akin under the skin yet now quite skint but taking a sprint and just for fun making a dumm......

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...She was a soul of morning, with light flowing from her skin like a golden spring, Joy blooming in her chest like flowers dancing on fields after rain, She believed in good, believed that love could......

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...The peace they display is a ripe fruit from thousands of battles, They walk among us, in a silence that intrigues and soothes, We think they have always been this way, under a benevolent star, But......

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...I was born in a banana republic, Between the carnivorous chains of Françafrique, In an open-air dumpster, Where tyranny, barbarity, and savagery speak with arrogance. I am perfumed with all the n......

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...Body rejects itself, Bone-dry and like a furnace, It burns alive, kill It is sand, dead Dig two graves, Refuse to rot, This isn’t revenge. Hate the body, It’s nothing but problematic. ......

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...Chains never fall completely. Scars embed themselves like burns under the skin, And even though the skin is a body, it cannot hide the shadow of the irons. History screams, but its lips are sealed......

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...Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone) Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/ Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white ......

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...I will not speak of foreign lands, of the fears of other hidden worlds, But I will sing of the red eyes of envy, flames that burn in silence, Of the sharp edges of broken hearts, carving dreams, O......

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...A little spark. A work of art. She lit the dark and filled my heart. Around I turned to feel the burn. There she lies. I’ll never learn. She huffed and puffed and blew me down. I was amazed at ......

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...At The Madrasa On the floor, we three intertwine, glances that linger, hands that align. Many pages of verse we recite and tread, A hand touches hand, no words are said. Fingers trace the zi......

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...I can't get no sleep. It's driving me mad, I'm going insane, Feeling delirious, inside my brain. Swivel-eyed, but it's not my end game, Babbling incoherently, telling fables, lies, Maybe one,......

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...How was it possible? Ah, the mystery floats in the air, like a blue mist, dense and cold, Enveloping the entire planet in a mantle of silence, of unspoken, unresolved questions, In the eleventh hou......

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...The poet does not see reality, but sees beyond its enchanted veil, Through his eyes unfold the mysteries of the world, in mantles of light and shadow, A young wanderer on the paths of imagination, ......

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