Barbs Poems - Poems about Barbs

...the peasants shed their tears alone, while the kings and queens sit upon their judging thrones . come down and take the child by the hand show him the way. for time has come where the light ......

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...Yesterday is wrapped loosely in the barbs and silky vapor of memory Tomorrow is a Mahogony wall of steep hope slippery anxiety - the what if ascensions and virtual vertical falls the Present is......

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...Row by row the nettles grow And circles do surround Hairy stems the prison wires And jagged leaves their barbs. Cry out, forsaken sinner Your voice shall not be heard We listen to the wind s......

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...As an easy pushover and soft touch lamenting my demise Vultures swooped overhead and preyed on my vulnerabilities forcing me to carrion camping as fine young cannibals sharpened their knives an......

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...The girl, new, fresh; wandered innocently through the mockery; the type the English are so fond of building. Fronds of false friendship brushed against her vir......

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...Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable Therefore karma caught up to me big time and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory (figurative speaking) by casting a spell, whereby the ......

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...Blandishments eroded invaluable necessary viz life savings of mine videre licet alms initially crafted June twenty fifth two thousand twenty four affecting me to utter "oy a broch" (pronounced ......

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...Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head... not just in time for Valentine's Day but the remaining days of our lives as the world turns on all our children the young and restle......

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... Before diving into the music video ‘King on a Throne,’ above, I encourage you to first read the poem ‘The Glass Throne,’, below which serves as its preamble. Together, let’s......

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...thinks she is witty sarcasm her daily fare a nonfriend maker cannot help her barbs alienates all she meets my cousin betty......

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...Arrows, what are they good for? In an embodied dungeon very near to my molested liver arrows pile up, bundles of barbs, each one a love letter that missed its mark. Some older ones still drip ......

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...Zealous untiring repentance Fleshed out as poetic confessional. Profligacy prevailed pricking psyche precipitating pandemonium. I wrought havoc courtesy aegis of paramours picadillos, your......

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...They say words shouldn’t hurt, but mine are crafted, a perfect match for the tender places you believe no one notices. I don’t need to throw punches; the right words can strike with more forc......

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...within the oscillation of melting clocks, our poltergeists of times long expired…still reverberate~ tainted ticking echoing in an everlasting tug of war, pushing and pulling, throwing barbs at b......

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...Across the aisle, a chasm loomed, Reagan smiled, O’Neill boomed. The Gipper’s charm, the Speaker’s grit— Two titans clashed but never quit. Ideals at war—left against right, Taxe......

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