Best Beat Around The Bush Poems

is some on your mind
i see the  sign
am not blind
don't be a tush
say it
do this
don't beat around the bush...

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"TELL YOU ABOUT ME "
   
Born a full blown Libra to a scale of blind justice
My hair & eyes are brown as can...

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felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity...

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deep down you want it to be different
you want to wake up in the morning with the evidence of your 
imaginary friend
right there, in your...

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A metaphor is such a bore,
When it is overused,
And words that rhyme are out-of-line,
When they are so abused

And those cliches are 'here to stay',
And drive...

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i gather my sticks and stones
beat around the bush
facing East, then West
bow three times

scrape my knees on the doorstep of persuasion
the attic is filled with...

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Women are my favourite kind of people
I drool at the one's in bikinis
Getting a stirring, you know where I mean
Some might call it my genie

That's...

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When Jack Fell Down Jill Found Another


tom, dick and harry went up the hill
to fetch love with a women named jill
tom beat around the bush
harry...

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Some people are so blunt
Their words tear and make you feel like a runt

Some people are so sharp
Their words cut like the bite of a...

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I am going to write about the sky is the limit
Or is it?
There shouldn't be any limit
God is an unlimited God
So why should you deserve...

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Dear Doyle,



Why have you not incorporated me further into your work?
When I found out I appeared briefly, in just three stories, I was hurt.
You made...

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Here I am, late night. Waiting for the train after work as usual in my zone Floetry "Hey you" playing on the phone. This woman...

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in my nightmare the lights cut
asked a question of wether or not
we dream the realities we are destined and doomed to live
sweeping under the truth...

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She opened the hell’s gate 
As she put her foot on the bus
She rang her bell’s fate
Hasn’t she heard “hush”?!
She is in the monsters’ estate
They...

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Speak Street
Written by: D. Collins 12/16/14

To law enforcement, law makers, and all knowledgeable men.
There’s a universal language everybody understands.
It has no talking points, nor use...

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