Unpeel Poems - Poems about Unpeel

...Boys will be boys Well, not this boy Don't want to Don't like to Why do I have to Don't associate It doesn't align Learnt differently Lived through my parents' eyes and expectations ......

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...If I snatch The sacred silence Between the crystal drops And the lotus And fix with your Soul-sanctifying lips-silence Can't I unpeel Peace from both Perpetually Like Pearl-filled Oyster-s......

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...If I snatch The sacred silence Between the crystal drops And the lotus And fix with your Soul-sanctifying lips-silence Can't I unpeel Peace from both Perpetually Like Pearl-filled Oyster-......

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...memory haunted her for forty years feelings so real they held her down pinned to a darkness she was not aware of in the daylight therapist suggested she unpeel her layers suggested she let do......

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...The numbing effect .. Effects in every way.. At sunrise... Until sunset.. It is loyal .. It is dependable It is reliable.. It is resilient As it is persistent.. It almost has a mind of i......

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...A word has the power of magic, a presence so big it fills the entire room That word gives courage to those in fear It holds a nation together during the worst time of its existence A word gives tr......

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...Watching leaves cartwheel down we meet at the bench tucked under the trees, in the park Unable to speak I am feeling a squeeze in my breast My emotions are clenched with years of unrest ......

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...We lovers kissed as storm clouds rose and darkened early day, Reunited again we held each other as storm winds made us sway. Whispered winds swirled about as we lover’s sheltered true, Softly care......

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...the past (( collaboration )) by~ Abbey Haigh 'The past gives me goosebumps, to think about in detail, not to hover over the pits like a feather, but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the......

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...The past gives me goosebumps, to think about in detail, not to hover over the pits like a feather, but to burrow deep down into the cracks and the creases, to unpeel the half healed wounds and to......

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...I feel afraid, afraid to feel, I look in the mirror, I bow my head and then I kneel. Hearing the screams burned in my mind, yet afraid to listen, fearing what I will find. Upon me lies a cape of ......

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...a smooth glow caresses the tender rotisserie coloured skin magnificently blended with a smooth butter or margarine flavouring tastes a bit extraordinary a smell which locks the brain to the frame ......

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