Best Wrestler Poems

Where modern Gladiators go to collide
Like solders in prison these warriors ride

Mono el mono this is how they believe
No smoking mirrors or tricks up their...

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Come, oh the wind
with the muscle of a wrestler
come to sweep through me
fiercely I say
and carry me away
away from myself
to a place so desert
and there...

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Once I had harbored complexes many.
I thought I wasn’t beautiful or wise.
With my spluttering tone and broken speech,
I feared, my words fell flat,
Never leaving an...

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A wrestler whose first name is Bill
Wears tights (but he’s over the hill)
He shoves down a sock
To enhance his cock
It sure gives the ladies a...

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Top Secret;
Completely classified...
'Let A Man From Asia be your guide'
Ponder what it means completely mystified-
Let A Man From Asia be your guide?
Blinked a few times...

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Sitting at the keybored
symbols mired in my head,
lacking inspiration, filled with exasperation,
I think that I'll just hobble back to bed!

Images of castles and damsels in...

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Trying to remember my family on a three hour ride
'cause I'm going once again to see a new bride.
This makes number three for poor cousin...

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It was kind of nice having money all the
		Time.
	Looking back when I was seventeen,
		I looked forward to going to work.
	It is unlike what I feel...

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Movement up and down the ring
Story lines made for entertainment
Competing for golden belts to display with pride
Stunted choreography happens inside and outside the ring
Wrestler and...

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The ski jump was over ninety foot high
A Sumo wrestler thought he'd like to try
Ski's didn't fit right
Both came off in flight
And he landed on...

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Who is my reader? My reader is my guest 
In the secret of his corner of host
He welcomes me as an instructor or tractor 
In...

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She lay asleep in dreamland just six years old, been poorly for awhile
She loved to see books of fairies, been thinking, how can I make...

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Painter paints with a brush and hooded mind.
Dentist extracts, injects with a pointed mind.
Mind of cacophony is what a singer has.
Orator hails, evading a faux...

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I tapped into my messages; the gas 
company wanted a piece of me, and 
my ex wanted to know when the 
month’s alimony  would...

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I swear!
By the burning Sun and the silent moon
by the screeching noise of poets
I will not accept this letter today
I will not accept the letter...

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