Pick At Poems - Poems about Pick At

... Written April 11, 2025, for Contest Sponsored by Edward Ibeh Quote: 1/ “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ? Rumi 2/ "Many times we pick at the bitt......

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...What can I say I dream about dead things Skeletons in my closet Hanging on hangers with names of people I no longer know They whisper remnants of the past Of times that were filled with laughter......

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...unknown like undress into a once was state tangle ~ to become ~ risk unbecoming... lightning bolt struck skull constricted round to oval then forgotten - of course......

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...I was travelling once I witnessed the green the most beautiful thing i had ever seen in this bubble within this country. in this bubble within this country where the sky is painted blue and th......

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...I am my mother’s verbal punching bag. When she has a bad day, I pay the price. I can’t stop her daily verbal attack, Because nothing I do will e’er suffice. The things she says are unforgivable......

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...The knife is against your throat and I don't think I'd regret it Stop picking at my skin Pull your teeth out of my neck Leave me somewhere between life and death Pain and emotionless Good t......

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...The auld fella’s auld fella left the tech after Ripening for sixteen summers. Camden-Wagon-Gravity landed a shovel and a pick at his lonely boots. ‘DIG’. he knew that Language. and by God di......

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... Dentist appointments cause me to linger, Someplace betwixt dread and the blackness, Fright’s version of despair, Wistful and aching with silent prayers, Silent, silence, soundless – still, ......

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...Travel once on a haunted train, a taste may make you lose your mind; Railroad tracks leave the world behind dismantled boxcars keep rolling; Phantom mouths continue screaming, they show you tic......

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...Some way from the Firth of Forth A shoal of glittering mackerel Swirls and sways Swells with the sea from silver to black Flashes white and back to silver and grey A......

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...Shattered shards of a broken kaleidoscope Scattered and taped together Different visions Black and white Full and empty I’m not human My face is twisted into a smile stretched thin My so......

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...My overthinking mind means I need to express the first verse is just metaphor The poems that I write I hope will heal like wounds Scratching out the hurt And letting the air get to it ......

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...There are faces that stare out of an inner dark that are featureless and have no name. They haunt memory, some prodding a nerve sending a regret off in search of a home. Others pick at a wo......

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...A hungry cat might pick at a rat But she'd prefer to feast on a fish Whereas a dog refuses 'puppy chow' If he espies some meat on a bone As for me, I'm not picky ......

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...I scratch symbols out of a matted beard. Fingertips as smooth as wave-worn pebbles rattle on an invisible shoreline, the sound is a kind of speech a language that only spume and spray understand.......

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