"metacarpal" poems - Hello Poetry

Romantically speaking, I am not very romantic at all. My spine curves and sprouts forth a humerus that holds to a radius and an ulna with metacarpal bones dangling downward reaching for something to anchor themselves to. I am not very romantic at all, it's just that my bones have flourished curling around you.

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Apr 20, 2016

Apr 20, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC

mollie-grant

bones growing

Romantically speaking, I am not very romantic at all. My spine curves and sprouts forth a humerus that holds to a radius and an ulna with metacarpal bones dangling downward reaching for something to anchor themselves to. I am not very romantic at all, it's just that my bones have flourished curling around you.

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My wrist is laid down alone upon a table large well formed feet visible beneath the glass sheet that's chilling to the skin blood recedes from distant hand until it gathers in a puddle between the ulna and radius a bruise of vague percussions spreading up my little metacarpal as it smashes vainly upon resistant stable trying to steady the dancing toes beneath a barrier so clear the dust from last week's walk from work are seen around a sole that won't decide where it wants to go or if going can be defined while blurred blue engulfs the cloudy witness to my pointless movements ontop beneath behind the glass table

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC

eva-schoolcraft

the glass table

My wrist is laid down alone upon a table large well formed feet visible beneath the glass sheet that's chilling to the skin blood recedes from distant hand until it gathers in a puddle between the ulna and radius a bruise of vague percussions spreading up my little metacarpal as it smashes vainly upon resistant stable trying to steady the dancing toes beneath a barrier so clear the dust from last week's walk from work are seen around a sole that won't decide where it wants to go or if going can be defined while blurred blue engulfs the cloudy witness to my pointless movements ontop beneath behind the glass table

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With humility heart Kindness jungle through stars Pointing accommodation in distance Revenging mind of resolution World babies milk suffering Eyes pouring of anger. people of different society sword always blood eye swing if man betrays if speak we create revolting mind of past irokos of enslavement when shall middle fingers equals other? creator metacarpal future a bird in the sky.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC

chukwu-christian

ATTENTION-christian chukwu

With humility heart Kindness jungle through stars Pointing accommodation in distance Revenging mind of resolution World babies milk suffering Eyes pouring of anger. people of different society sword always blood eye swing if man betrays if speak we create revolting mind of past irokos of enslavement when shall middle fingers equals other? creator metacarpal future a bird in the sky.

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Plead guilty For my innocence When I am mute I have a bad habit Of forgetting where I am Map of skin Freckle islands sinking In a pool of sweat Salty oceans I have no way to cross Bridges of arms Crumbling in uncharted waters Mast of spine Scoliosis of will Tethered ligaments of indifference Rails made of keratin Clinging together with Iceberg cold hands Tearing apart A home built In this cave A hollow cavern of chest All that is left Climbing Incan temple steps With leviathan limbs Up the ribcage of my back A tower with two windows One doorway in I have never found a way out Pulling vines down Over my ears I don't want to hear Music anymore A trap door tongue Under the floorboards of my teeth Lips nailed in submission Captive, it won't let me out I have no leverage Against myself No femur to pry Into an iron heart Veins and arteries wrapping themselves Around my humourous Metacarpal judges Presiding over a court of ligaments There is no connection Cartilage sentences, unspecified How harsh, how long I tell you I am innocent Guilt tears me apart The gavel falls Greeting the back of my hand Bones break Calcium powder Mixing with marrow I am innocent I am broken I will heal

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Aug 10, 2019

Aug 10, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC

wordsinthewind

Innocent

Plead guilty For my innocence When I am mute I have a bad habit Of forgetting where I am Map of skin Freckle islands sinking In a pool of sweat Salty oceans I have no way to cross Bridges of arms Crumbling in uncharted waters Mast of spine Scoliosis of will Tethered ligaments of indifference Rails made of keratin Clinging together with Iceberg cold hands Tearing apart A home built In this cave A hollow cavern of chest All that is left Climbing Incan temple steps With leviathan limbs Up the ribcage of my back A tower with two windows One doorway in I have never found a way out Pulling vines down Over my ears I don't want to hear Music anymore A trap door tongue Under the floorboards of my teeth Lips nailed in submission Captive, it won't let me out I have no leverage Against myself No femur to pry Into an iron heart Veins and arteries wrapping themselves Around my humourous Metacarpal judges Presiding over a court of ligaments There is no connection Cartilage sentences, unspecified How harsh, how long I tell you I am innocent Guilt tears me apart The gavel falls Greeting the back of my hand Bones break Calcium powder Mixing with marrow I am innocent I am broken I will heal

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It's as if my hands were created with the sole purpose of touching you. Take that away and watch as they intertwine with one another, assuming a posture of prayer, pleading with God to bring you back to me.

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Dec 4, 2013

Dec 4, 2013 at 2:38 AM UTC

delaney-marie

Metacarpal Destiny

It's as if my hands were created with the sole purpose of touching you. Take that away and watch as they intertwine with one another, assuming a posture of prayer, pleading with God to bring you back to me.

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slanderous silk sac shaved and crushed work of olden theways when metacarpal tightens look for mandible to snap strawdawg sippin’ smoothie ********** hithemark when love is all yousee war is what youneed to even keel, your crook’d beam

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC

dan-mcgowan

EvenKeel

slanderous silk sac shaved and crushed work of olden theways when metacarpal tightens look for mandible to snap strawdawg sippin’ smoothie ********** hithemark when love is all yousee war is what youneed to even keel, your crook’d beam

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i have always had an unparalleled fascination for the human body. human anatomy to me, it seems draws me in like a moth to a candle. it mesmerizes me, to see drawings of phalanges and metacarpal bones, all covered like a secret lover by smooth, knitted skin. romeo, where art thou? tracing pictures of the aorta and veins and arteries, i hope- the sensual twists and turns of a capillary should fill the page. let me bask in deltoid and trapezius muscles, make my way to the clavicle. let the beauty of the fragility and the strength of bodies, divine and heaven-sent, engross me for the decades to come: to admire and enchant and enthral; to hold spellbound and captivate and always intrigue me.

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Apr 13, 2014

Apr 13, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC

aya-baker-1

Untitled

i have always had an unparalleled fascination for the human body. human anatomy to me, it seems draws me in like a moth to a candle. it mesmerizes me, to see drawings of phalanges and metacarpal bones, all covered like a secret lover by smooth, knitted skin. romeo, where art thou? tracing pictures of the aorta and veins and arteries, i hope- the sensual twists and turns of a capillary should fill the page. let me bask in deltoid and trapezius muscles, make my way to the clavicle. let the beauty of the fragility and the strength of bodies, divine and heaven-sent, engross me for the decades to come: to admire and enchant and enthral; to hold spellbound and captivate and always intrigue me.

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my knuckles are a sandpaper stained with cherry wine a muddied grape metacarpal as talented as the devil, yet naive like a child

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC

brookewhite

Nubuck Knuckles (draft #1)

my knuckles are a sandpaper stained with cherry wine a muddied grape metacarpal as talented as the devil, yet naive like a child

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A muscle in my metacarpal twitches A metallic smell pervades the air I think I hear a high-pitched whining Hairs rise on my arms and neck Heart rate slows Thrumming in my ears Pores perspiring Pupils dilating Something’s coming… Or someone… (Or something wrong?) What! Flight or fight has me A finger twitches and Eyes flicker Stay or go? STAY! STAND! BALANCE STANCE! PREVAIL!

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Sep 12, 2018

Sep 12, 2018 at 10:08 PM UTC

james-floss

STAYED TUNED

A muscle in my metacarpal twitches A metallic smell pervades the air I think I hear a high-pitched whining Hairs rise on my arms and neck Heart rate slows Thrumming in my ears Pores perspiring Pupils dilating Something’s coming… Or someone… (Or something wrong?) What! Flight or fight has me A finger twitches and Eyes flicker Stay or go? STAY! STAND! BALANCE STANCE! PREVAIL!

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