Best Puncture Poems

Vulgar pale appearance
Viscount of blood sucking
Vicious creature of night
Vulture seeking its prey
Venomous fangs hunger
Victims heedless to threat
Veins puncture on impact....

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another typical day, with feet on the ground
  ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
  many measured bits fall before the...

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they’re sensitive my words
exposed wires
like veins hidden 
under the scars
of too many verbal attacks 
like swarms of vampire bats 
who puncture the night
turn the downpour...

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ever somewhere in my soul
 it burns
the lashes of the whip
 that forces me to learn
that i had touched
 the thorn of your rose
the puncture...

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My life hasn’t always been easy...
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I  continued down the driveway and then came to a stop, damn, I thought I’ve come down the wrong driveway it must be further...

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"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to...

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Grief penetrates a person with untold,
pain and sorrow, a life lost, ever cold;
the puncture, the piercing permeates deep,
a thick mask hides the truth...

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A Dark Reflection 

We are all hunters masked by Usernames and Handles
We capture the moments that eventually become rambles,
In our history of past and prehistoric...

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Our views and sorrows are mirrored in life.
Each jagged shard epitomizes some strife.
Our wounds, sufferings, and personality,
It will include one's beliefs and morality.

Are we netting...

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It was the best of tines; it was the worst of tines.
    It lay, distraught, in silence on the road.
He came around...

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Echoes of laughter penetrate my reflections
Reminding me of the loneliness that exists
Amid shattered memories and lost dreams
When I awakened to a family that was gone
Lifted...

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A withered and separated flower lay squashed in bent stature.The wind silently erodes the remaining petals sequentially, with each pulse of the air. 

A distant...

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When the call of adventure dawned on the wayfaring traveller

He sat down at the rock face quite tearful weary and sweaty

Thought about fate meaning and...

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Ask is love blind, or deaf or dumb, still kind.
At eleven, what hypnotizes me -
Imagining perfect, like braids entwined,
His eyes always on mine; and all...

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