Banged Up Poems - Poems about Banged Up

...Three armed teens performed a mugging on Christmas eve. Their target 2A'D them curing them of their social disease. By next morning they set up a go fund me for the dead and wounded thieves.......

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... Alright have to admit that whole drole Bazball or Baz Bat cool cat vibe…rabbit out of hat tribe.. is taking its toll..sunk in a hole..losing it’s goal and soul..not being a vitriol troll..maybe nee......

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...The wind banged against the windows, likely ruining hundreds of curtains meant to protect the warmth inside. It made a soft rustling sound. Eighteen meters away, my lookalike and I met at the final f......

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...The elderly Elmer Brown dwelled alone, like a solitary tree on a hill, Loving quiet, glazed life still, in burgundy, sunset moments of until. A widower, Elmer Brown had generations of off......

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... From the crag I see the path descend into the valley shrouded in the shadows of doubt, uncertainty, and fear of failure. I see a white pillar cast in regret's cold salt-stone, from which there......

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... I AM POETRY ‘In the Beginning was the Word’ light penetrated dark sound big-banged birthed three in One creating ~ P o e t r y ~ I am this poised superlative unchangi......

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...I AM A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE SURVIVOR I'LL NEVER EVER BE HIS VICTIM AGAIN I'LL NEVER EVER MISS THE STENCH OF ANGER RAGE VIOLENT OUTBURST THE SPITTING WHEN HE YELLED SCREAMED AMAZING I SURVIVED AFTER RETU......

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...Why are we born into this body that begins to die? A question that echos throughout my mind. Sometimes this echo speaks to me in the voice of a child that has never seen the face of evil. In my head ......

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...(a holiday vignette) I’m taking a chunk of my holi-days to work on my thesis (So is Lisa). Without classes we can fully devote our minds to them. My senior thesis hangs over me, I can’t ......

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...Correspondence ©? 2024 Karianne Gabaldon (Verse 1) It’s an itch impossible to scratch Tears too unfeasible to cry Skin too thick to bleed A fabricator that just cannot lie In a broke......

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...It's been just over seven months since I fell off the roof I'd never believed in miracles, but they happen I'm proof Apart from a limp when walking I was feeling quite well And that I'd suffer......

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...That neighbour has just banged his door. Again yet again and yet again. I, a one of superior quality, wish to beat his barking bonce against the wall of his rathole. But there’d be no grey matt......

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...Cacophony of liquored lips would underscore the room That cafe bar that I recall an adolescent’s doom Yet not of age to then partake ......

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...Was thrown into a room, out of my will, And locked the door from outside, as if to kill; To kill my inner soul and scare it to death. To make me beg for even a single puff of breath. To them, the......

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...I wrote these lines 7 years ago, slightly edited today. Perhaps they have more meaning now than they did then. "There are so many nuts in the soup!" That's what I hear and see and it's ......

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