Blistered Poems - Poems about Blistered

Grateful for my blistered anger propelled by a tolerance break; Awe can put an end to slander when it’s about all you can take; Most of the time I curb dander, often it’s gone with a handshake; Grateful for my blistered anger propelled by a tolerance break; Mashed up processes meander leaking out into fists that shake; Some may be slow on the uptake trying...

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Destiny it's a hell of a ride eyes wide open quiver inside Love your heroes Loathe those you despise No longer the end Trying to survive True grit Bad sign Mommas boy Soured brine Bastard son Losing faith Tightrope walking Keeping pace Eligant foul Twisting hyperbole Noisy chatter Often disturbing me Engine winds Eulogy unread Peace of mind Never dead Quickly born Space between Heaven Hell Make believe Soul tormented Yearning for...

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O night sky and falling stars Allow a wish unto me With sunken eyes and trembling heart With blistered feet do I plead Find he who trampled these fields So filled and fueled by greed And curse the sword he wields Thus his corpse the vultures feed These willing men who battled he Deserved not their pain They tilled and grew these seeds Their actions done...

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I carry the dead on my shoulders In my heart they always will stay So many loved ones are now gone But I remember them every day From my brother to my father They have made me who I am I can still see all of their faces I will carry them to the end Our lives are constantly changing I try to take...

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My current days are trails paved abhorrent for I wail money twisted and time blistered within knot plots I cannot get untwistered. I live as a searcher of dollar measure flexers and as an oh what should I do now perplexer. Even toilet paper is a difficult gainer when basic nutrition is not an obtainer. Being a face washer, teeth flosser, hair...

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This is my first Petrarchan sonnet... Grey days of loss and loneliness are here Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep No ray of light predicted to appear Just disappointment, emptiness and fear And sacred dreams discarded in a heap By some abyss of faith too wide to leap In ruins lies the...

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