Wrenching Poems - Poems about Wrenching

It’s shameful, the way I clutch. Like a child with a broken toy, believing if I just hug it tight enough, it’ll fix itself. I know people aren’t possessions. But tell that to the part of me that has only known love as something that gets taken just when I start to believe it’s mine. I rot with envy when he smiles at someone...

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Gut wrenching heartache my heart is full of sadness death leaves a deep void...

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On this earth, which the man beholds As his sanctuary own, he has proved The mightiest of all and defied Challenges unthinkably hard, Has taken the route of science To go up the value chain That shields him from disasters And plagues but at what price? Lives sacrificed and centuries wait, All seem to go up in flames...

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Affliction with comprehension, now plain as day predisposition to experience (particularly abstract) cognitive acquisition assailed at bay posits me to suspect mental deficiency within gray matter of yours truly, whose academic track record lay in abyssal ruins, and as three score orbitz round the sun, yours truly doth pay a hefty emotional price oy vey, the voluminous, onerous, horrendous, and analogous moribund Atlas I cannot pray tell shrug off from me mental...

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I try not to cry or leave with an open sigh. Instead I hang on tight and cry on the inside. I pry apart my feelings and reel in my line. You were mine and feel the need to cry once more. My tears pour out the heart inside everytime i hear your goodbye. You arent mine anymore so i...

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There was a diner cook in South Hupper whose food was bad from breakfast to supper. Tried to make it right sadly lost the fight when shot dead by a poisoned up-chucker....

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I’ve perfected the art Of withholding a fart I tighten my buttocks and clench But when no one is the vicinity I let rip with a dreadful stench A silent secret fart released in a confined place To some folks I guess it’s an utter disgrace If I fart in a lift To me it’s a gift I can leave and I’ll not...

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Something happened to me and it was extreme. As I was aborting a baby, it let out a loud scream. The scream was heart-wrenching and it was chilling. It was terrifying and I certainly didn't like the feeling. There were no ifs, ands, or maybes. I decided to stop aborting babies. I can still hear that baby's horrible scream. I would give...

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The crisis starts boiling about the invisible foes. The contraptions hope to recapture the moods. Harsh, arrogant and ritualistic. In the stark nudity of silence a wooden Buddha lies on the ...

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Many regrets have their bitterness over things dreamed up and not done, and unable to go back and undo them as sadness, I can forget them all but one!...

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Many regrets have their bitterness over things dreamed up and not done, and unable to go back and undo them as sadness, I can forget them all but one!...

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Many regrets have their bitterness over things dreamed up and not done, and unable to go back and undo them as sadness, I can forget them all but one!...

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Many regrets have their bitterness over things dreamed up and not done, and unable to go back and undo them as sadness, I can forget them all but one!...

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Five years ago he joyously visited the maternity ward; now it is the oncology floor. Kindergarten will not be in the cards this year - just lots of tears. She has the same bald head she bore when he coached his wife through the Lamaze breathing they both had trained for; the ponytails she beautifully wore in between her hospital stays are long...

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