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Writhes Poems - Poems about Writhes


Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture like a burning man in Dante's Inferno
Soul of skeptic writhes with agonizing torture (like a burning man) in Dante's Inferno Self immolation as sacrificial bleating lamb promises eternal martyrdom awaiting voluntary die hard protester, where countless vestal virgins provide blissfulness (think Playboy mansion on steroids) synonymous with delightful grand view garden of Eden transmuting mortal flesh (clothed in lovely bones) into burnt offering mummifying and searing once robust sacred heart courtesy hungry, and angry...

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Categories: writhes, abuse, allusion, america, anger,
Form: Free verse
The Future Writhes
Once truth is judged delusion, we choose the lesser of two lies Abandoning that voice unheard, stillborn—a baby cries The ideal in dark remission, all hope now cast in flames Making bargains with the Devil —as the future writhes in pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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Categories: writhes, truth,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Winter Writhes
when you're old, winter nests in the heart but writhes in the bones...

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Categories: writhes, seasons,
Form: Monoku
The Future Writhes
Once truth is judged delusion, we choose the lesser of two lies Abandoning that voice unheard, —stillborn, a baby cries The ideal in dark remission, all hope now cast in flames Making bargains with the Devil, —as the future writhes in pain (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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Categories: writhes, future,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Love Writhes On the Blues
Smokey air, husky wisps burn The tunes of a sax, And madness etches its velvet path This urge to rap, to boom, to reel Out of skin... Climbing unto your heat, a lover’s appeal Notes tracing hips and curves Into your arms , I swerve. Our bodies writhe on blues Grinding on café floors, Till cool refrains tilt a pitch My heart begins to...

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Categories: writhes, music, passion,
Form: Rhyme



What Writhes With Whispers & Withers With Words
only i will know the taste of the stars & scars as they nest in your eyes while the tip of my tongue & lines of my palm trace on your skin poems even i do not hear...

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Categories: writhes, introspection, love, passion,
Form: Blank verse

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