Hunchback Poems - Poems about Hunchback

The Hunchback so anxiously waiting to not be seen by the crowded crowd in limousines. He softly covers his eyes and tries to cover his back with a cape of disguise. A young kid yells,...Read the rest...

There’s a miniature volcano on his back with mortifying eruption. ‘Beauty is in mind’, his mom intones. But nobody recognizes. His classmates ‘honor’ him with some funny sobriquets. It resembles a cactus. He can’t eschew its thorns. He withdraws. Solitude is a shelter. It’s like...Read the rest...

Amongst idle clouds tis by stealthy through labyrinth sky. Voyaging ships crowd caught sight hunchback whales' rare eyes delight. Steel blue wind-driven waves rise; playground for three gray whales’ cries. They breach, slap the cold waters delight, rough surface shatters. 3/7/2019...Read the rest...

Hunch Back of Notre dame! Just because I decided to let go My back has released me from a hunch that was so overwhelming I choose to change I choose to move forward I choose to her my name being...Read the rest...

To a tattered-clothed monster, the city of lights looked so dim, only stone-faced gargoyles never grimmaced at the sight of him, everyday, with hideous cries of horror, voices rose and rang out, it may have been his tears...Read the rest...

The hunchbacked man once asked God: Why didn't you turn your face to me Lord? But God answered the man: When I looked down at your clan, I saw your back turn to me like a...Read the rest...

Where do you come from? And where do you go? Pigeon steps, crinkled blazer, bent Posture, sunken face, worn and never changed, Stumbling along your broken track Over hills, underpasses and tarmac Carrying shopping bags two for...Read the rest...

I walk faster as the bell rings... resembling a treading hunchback with the heavy blue backpack; I enter quickly: twenty-four steps still to climb! The classmates are quite guile, he teacher looks mad; I trot in, throwing a smooch... ...Read the rest...

I see him from time to time. There – at the corner of my mind’s eye. When he walks – he labors – Releasing a heated sigh. By day on dusty street corners – Shopping cart and faded bus pass. Bowed...Read the rest...

My back hunched up. Curled up toes. Wrinkled brow. Slobbery nose, Greet with a growl. Look with a scowl. Children run away. Adults say. There goes the ghoul. I wait till dark. To make my mark Through empty streets. I creep, bare feet. Shadows, places to...Read the rest...