Winced Poems - Poems about Winced

...I’m a bit of a sensualist. First, let me emphasise emotional resonance, there has to be an emotional base, not just an appreciation of hotness. Then, there’s a sense of longing and mystery— ......

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..."What is my role?" I asked. "You are part of the crew," he said, not the captain as I was told. "But I know maps! I read compasses!" I pleaded. He thundered, "Don’t you see? Your existence is your......

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... I sat by a boulder, then an image grew A goddess with a pen hovered over the stone She said I'm a muse, with a mission for you To write a song titled "sunrise like a poem." I said "nothing rh......

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... My known, soothing landscapes, grown from my own hues and shapes, somehow vanquished their view. Just one more sore blister of news to aid my staid mind’s gist of confused. My angered fist pun......

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...The chilly breezes of winter, As I walked by, A man glanced at me, And smiled, It wasn’t creepy, Nor was it nice, It slowly disappeared, Replaced by a look of ice, The closer he came, The f......

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..."Life is so unpredictable. What we expect may not happen. Life deludes us with a happy beginning but can end up bizarre" - By Poet ‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly aw......

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...Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement. My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning. Lisa winc......

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... Come in take a seat The young man furrowed his brow I em wait where am I The older gent motioned to the chair Please take a seat As the young man settled into the leather seat, the older......

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...Leeza, Lisa’s 14-year-old little sister, is anxious about the first day of school. She didn’t tell me that, I’m not sure 14-year-olds talk anymore. Now that I’m almost 21, I can roll my eyes, like......

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...When you open up your eyes Is He sitting at your side With a smile on His lips That betrays a certain pride? Does He touch your injured hands? Does His face go pale and grim At the sight of wou......

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...My head was in a daze, I'd been down here for days. All in the name of love, you'd scream, so I let it happen to me. My skin is like fondant, you'd peel it back. I winced and whined, But didn......

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...Do you think I had forgotten about you? You carried me home when I drank too much. Hoisted me over your shoulder, drowning delicately in laughter. It was late but we didn’t care, we’d lau......

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...With a pen she wrote a story, Stretched across her old notebook. About a girl who wanted to be noticed, And a boy who refused to look. And she wept and wept and wept, Leaving an inky, tear-sodde......

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...Reality crashed - its computer simply refused to work anymore. We crawled out of our caves, the sunlight was bright, we rubbed dry eyes and winced. Some suggested digging for minerals, and ......

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...It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day. “I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day - it's been a lo......

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