Knock Back Poems - Poems about Knock Back

...middle aged and middle class driving way too fast on country lanes drop the kid at school group yoga then the pool prosecco and wealth envy over lunch on to a manicure and then hair (y......Read the rest...

...We are living in a society that has become so intense with grief, anger and destruction. Many of us has become targets of senseless crimes. We have come so far only to be let down. Walking in fear......Read the rest...

...Tonights the night to party Not just because I say Tonights the night to party Because it ' s the ending of the day Throw up your hands and yell yee haw Grab a drink and hit the floor Dancing ......Read the rest...

...(Sing to the tune "American Pie.) I long, long time ago, I can still remember when, Junk food made me smile, And I knew if I had a chance, That I could make my fatness dance, And maybe I was h......Read the rest...

...I knock back whiskey, you’re taken away No more pounding hate games and left for dead Despicable games you hurtfully play Withdrawn, forbidden, bruised – discarded At last truth uncovered, my l......Read the rest...

...Let it be that - we are simply disconnected And all of it that was before is now neglected. Just as in an international call And I'll stop knowing what you whisper all Over her right ear, Petti......Read the rest...

...I go to the wall and I see your name As I crouch in the corner I know there is no one to blame, This is life you are born and then you die As I stare at your picture it makes me cry, Ther......Read the rest...

...Smoke drifts across the field, explosions, distant and blurred. Machine guns discharging rounds, Scorpions launching slugs. Flashes of fire, plasma blue, violet and emerald. Constant noise, deafeni......Read the rest...

...Home from another days work Sometimes you can be such a jerk Knock back one two or three, Tell me what do you see There goes a forth fifth sixth I want nothing to do with this Guitar is loud, All ......Read the rest...

...smooth smoke lay down low shine like diamonds in the snow conflicted potions you know are begged by many and many stole in a trash can town in Tennessee the pain in yous eyes is plain to see ......Read the rest...

...Do I listen to my doubts, my fears Or do I note my hopes, my desires Do I listen to that little voice in me That tells me to stop being so crazy Or do I give way to the little thought I could m......Read the rest...