Winces Poems - Poems about Winces

... solemn thoughts meanderings wandering over the night stars glistening on seas of ebony nocturnal whispers, reflections in moonlight inklings stars hesitant to glow, where the past pee......

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...Unexpectedly inspired by a Péladan jeremiad, the red moon laughs at the sea and the possum-ness of the possum; Churlish blood rays remain a never never world utterance of the jungle, Every lu......

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...Lest I halt this pervasive thought that’s wiggling in to perform something indescribably ineffable. As repose in this boudoir, my ossuary exudes a graveolent aura, a baleful lust for the necromantic.......

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...She heard pigeons overhead. Looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating, Forming ever emerging patterns in the sky. They soared on and on, Until they became fading black dots in the blue. Su......

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...It’s Sunday morning, my watch shows that it’s 33° and 5:58 am. Surprisingly, half of us are up and motile. My excuse is that I’m scheduled to volunteer at the hospital this morning. Leong just came......

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...ANOTHER DAWN The morning winces as a new day begins Mired in the half slumber of a restless night And reluctant to engage whilst half awake Like a trembling foot hovering over the brake Good h......

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...she heard the sound of pigeons overhead looking up she saw them whirling and gyrating forming ever emerging patterns in the sky they soared on and on until they turned into black dots in ......

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...A winter sun doodles dandy-long legs shadows over my eyelids. Closed eyes from the glare, now an insectivore brush of fine shadow hairs. Knuckles rub eyeballs until they water. Sunlight jumps ......

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...A winter sun doodles dandy-long legs shadows over my eyelids. Closed eyes from the glare, now an insectivore brush of fine shadow hairs. Knuckles rub eyeballs until they water. Sunlight jumps ......

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...Her pen is poised, Her mind, unruffled A strange smile plays on her lips. The knife caged in her iron grip Glistens in the moonlight, Today, she shall set her lover free. As the first......

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...Liberace: Was he Prince or Princess The very question delivers winces Watch him on You Tube His joints sure look lubed The key is when he walks that he minces......

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...I brush back Her wave of turquoise hair She winces but doesn’t yet Pull back From the salt in her wounds And the sand on her hips From the laughing seagulls snatching Last night’s scrap of w......

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...Story I pull the dusty well-worn tome Down from the high shelf in my home Now blow and scatter all the flecks As children gather, craning necks.. Anticipation glistens in their eyes As if......

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...~ A Storybook Princess ~ She dreams of princes, princesses and balls A little girl on tippy-toes, not a meter tall O, the frilly lace gowns she fashions Stitched with threads of heart......

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...The Fool He calls out in anguish, he winces in pain, he whimpers so softly calling out to her in vain. He’s tattered, so broken, abandoned, abused, hollowed, forgotten, forsaken, tormented, confuse......

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