Best Spine Poems

What do you need from me? 

I'm here to lick your self-inflicted wounds,
Turning selfish hearts, in time, to something far more valid.

I'm here, a spine, for selfless times,
A backbone if it's needed.

I'm here, and here to stay....

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I'm not addicted, so this will be easy
It's a hard truth to hear so I just tune it out 
and I’m arguing with walls 
but I end up letting them fall on me 
“But it can only be as violent as your imagination,”
She said quietly
Well...

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Not Sure If Up Your Spine

From you, there is something that I need
Tell me what poem you would want to read
So I can feel contented and also reassured
All problems by me can readily be endured.

Read my poem casually and then when done
Realize were not refused...

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With Blades
I have drawn 
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls 
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead feelings have no life
Each blade cuts the dead life away
Like dried skin tattooed with history.
I have drawn sharp blades
in sleepless...

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Dance with me, my love
Through darkened moon
Tying strings at rising noon
Come to me
Delicate wing
I
Am
Golden spun christened
Time's blade kept me
I have seen 
With your eyes
Now pressed
Silken sleep
Weave your cocoon 
So we can emerge
Eachother
Rainbow spine...

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Trump Without A Spine

We always knew Trump was without a spine;
Less having called someone a Frankenstein;
Never did share;
Caught in snare;
Was far off base and completely out of line.

Jim Horn

As usual, related to news of the day....

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Bliss energised spine

Synced with love beats chime,
God’s blessings sublime
throbs as pulse divine,
implanted in spine.

Assimilation
of bliss elation
takes us to heaven 
through chakras seven.

Crown, third eye and heart
cause rapture to start;
love flow unending,
as joy ascending.

The way is easy;
rest desires sleazy.
Nothing need be done,
when we’re with God one.

03-January-2023...

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SEX, NEXUS AND PLEXUS
                   Kama Sutra,
                  Fifty Shades of grey
...

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BROKEN SPINE:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
Chorus:
Time surely flies,
As I remember the day you walked in as my bride;
My heart was glad as my soul joyfully cried.
And the feeling brought in me a strong light, 
At last when you became my wife.
That moment's still fresh in...

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her spine that musical instrument
I strummed plucking sounds chords and tones
in axis, the toothed vertebra
she turned her head saying she knew
everything I know she didn't know
about heathen nights and their shifting moons
or all jesus christs in christianity but it's a lie
as I climbed my fingers...

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Only me,
looking at the blue sky,
and the blue looking at me,
No doubts,

Only me,
lying on lavish grass and breathing
the smell of wet earth after rain,  
No doubts,

Only me,
and my sweet pain reflecting
into each other’s eyes,
No doubts,

Only me,
and you kissing the
droplets of hidden desire,
No doubts,...

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Foolishly I acted in her presence
 After she left me ,realised her essence
  
an inextricable thread got removed, now my world looks palid
She embellished my life, like veggies to a salad


For she was the one guiding me when my mother wit crumbled
And now she...

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Endurance upon the page
Edited with audacity
May these words persevere
To catch the right complacency

Written with courage
Erased with fierce endurance
May these words come to me
Fortified by my assurance

It is daring, to say the least
Like cool, calm heroism
May these words be my virtue
Extraordinary prowess in a prism

This here...

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My spinal column was extremely painful.
As a believer in bodily regeneration 
I had endured for long, hopeful
For a natural recuperation.

However, the condition kept getting worse.
Changing sides in bed waxed hard.
The back felt any sudden force
On the ribs if pushed outward.

It being then several weeks of...

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Decay, decays?  
        Never, this oak lives forever!
      Bit by beetle bugs that on me did graze. 
        Birds my bark did sever.
  A...

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