Press Down Poems - Poems about Press Down

...I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someon......

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...Sun up you're up time's up get up light on paste on brush up brush down brush all around chin up shave up wash up wipe up you're out kids up mom's not suit up tie on press down the thumb......

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...To all who are among us I bid you all farewell as the lid press down the eye another story tell. Drift me to a meadow at peace the ever last where all the times of sorrow rest only in the pa......

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... I felt the weight on the covers press down under nothing but darkness with nothing but something beside me the air was not all mine, I alone still nothing but somethin......

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...SIRENS Finally my blood began to coagulate. I woke to the sound of sirens, Someone’s in trouble, Hope they’re all right. Force reluctant eyelids apart And see … nothing. B......

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...My mother was talking to her friend and I was drawing fruit on an Izal toilet roll. Only because we didn’t have any writing paper and Izal because it was the cheapest Unfortunately it was shiny and......

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...From Loneliness to Linkages In the midst of a lonely night With not a voice to greet the ear, And......

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...Sitting astride a frozen mountainside, eighty others waiting their turn to go, on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe, a man says, “racer ready;” so they know. An hour passed, now it’s my ......

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...To learn to be grateful, to me means to be humbled. Life has a funny way, of doing exactly as they say, have gratitude and you will receive in magnitude, lessons on life that hold true. I have......

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...steel mill smoke stack anvil and hammer my will for sure sprinkle the cotton hot steam on my face press down hard don't beak the board chore of the sixties......

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...A sign on the gate read, “No Democrats Allowed” – Here no more debate, an arrow pointing to an elevator, “Democrats Please Press Down” – not one retrievable soul could Peter find in the Demo......

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...There's a push in my pen a coax in my keyboard A prod 'cross my fingers a poke 'top my brain Each sentence hides muscles nudging stanzas to bustle One poem's done, here comes the n......

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...Press down on the pen the pen shatters ink splatters That poem in your head deserves to be read restraint matters......

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...There are pets and then there are people in fur coats. My Angel Face was a people in a fur coat. ......

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...I am twenty-one. It’s a hot, summer day in 1963. I’m in Lubbock, Texas, at Reese Air Force Base And I’m climbing the ladder into a supersonic T-38 jet. The parachute strapped to my back is cumber......

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