Barbed Poems - Poems about Barbed

Lay me down in a field of barbed wire, I’ll fulfill your noxious fantasy; It is mine too; Let the messenger speak, The broken arrows on your letter I assure you were received; Now lay me down; Pierce me the way you want to; Let the scratches bleed me; Mingling with our scarlet telepathy desire marries us by blood oath; Forever miscible; Let your latent...

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Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken Analogous to black box holding untold secrets, (after deadly plane crash no survivors except a journeyman foreigner), I share the following self introspection with ye dear readers, which purported hidden truths might set me free and clear, albeit laborious effort to loose constituent amalgamated compound elements unmined tantamount to agony riddling psyche effort to extract thorny matters incumbent...

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barbed wire fence framing summer field posted on February 28, 2021...

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Dark eyes peer through freedom's grate squinting in a spotlight glare lost between a fear's folly and bloody fingered courage Escape - denied the body freed the passion of the mind a visage in the twilight dark eyes challenging their fate 10/17/2020 IMPRESSIONS Poetry contest sponsor - Nette Enclaud...

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Analogous to black box holding untold secrets, I share the following self introspection with ye, which purported hidden truths might set me free, albeit laborious effort to loose constituent amalgamated compound elements unmined tantamount to agony riddling psyche effort to extract thorny matters incumbent upon me versus tapping Androcles and the lion think Roman mythology. Oftimes methinks... whoami spending scores of years with frustrated sigh hermetically sealing body electric housing generic garden variety...

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From a neighborly distance, the drama of a life's finality unfolded A man named Mient. Once a well-known construction-scientist When we became neighbors at Christmas he was a double amputee Both legs taken by diabetes, then a man of his own ethnicity Challenged him to a fight (Take it outside this diningroom," the chef said) Both men were aging, wise...

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There is a squirrel in my cell Listen to this because I have things to tell. I named the brat Hope Like whom one day I too wish to elope With no footprints to trace To feel the wind on my face. You may wonder What am I doing here In this bloody house of hell? Like most...

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Barbed Flowers. I would write this all down to you If i thought you could read. If your hand didn't cast a shadow on what i would author. If only you had seen what i saw that i can only chalk about now but not here - afterall... Listen? You can't do that one of two! Not for yourself, not even momentarily. Patently not for...

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Little men will always invite maelstroms of venom into your life. They pleasure pithing vulnerable beings never caring that a heart needs freedom to beat. At their core, selfishness of the purist form {however} you're not the cure and never will be. There's no balm for this color of rot, never will be. but you're a fiery young, wide-eyed doe. Until living...

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Everytime I move they dig deeper into my bleeding heart. Ripping, tearing, gashes... New scars become old scars, until you can't tell them apart. And I'm left with shrapnel, cold, alone, and dark. I'd do anything to make the bleeding stop. But you can't put a tourniquet around your heart. The only way to heal is another round of darts. So naive,...

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'Cross the lot there was a golf course Where the fancy people play You always wanted to get in there I wanted to get away Can I get myself a witness Should I get myself a wife When you and I were children Were the best years of my life That barbed wire sure looked dang'rous And that fence was way...

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Take me out to the kill people game Turn me loose on the crowd Give me some kidneys and backs to crack I don't care who it is I attack Let me bash, bash, bash as they scream loud If they don't die it's a shame Cuz it's one, two, three strikes you're dead In the old kill people game....

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the barbed butterfly she shimmied onto a barstool looking for a nine to five reprieve a fight or a night which ever came her way black pencil skirt pulled up so far jacket slung across the chair says I don't care it's Friday. g and t with a slice of lime melts her slick cocoon....

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In caged fury Many belong in a padded cell Now I have a great story to tell There once was a mission from a prison For two guys named Amos & Andy In carpenter class they stole a file At night they worked on the tile Although many days have passed They still had every...

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When the barbed wire is rusted away And the wooden huts have fallen to the earth When the whistling wind no longer carries their cries And the pitiful survivors as those also who tormented them Have returned to the earth as the dust from whence they came Who will remember the vile injustices done to the Jews And those...

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